"He was standing there, in front of the fire. I think he was a warrior, some kind of Guardian under the spell of that magic smoke that looked like it was almost alive. He saw me and opened his mouth in a sneer, but he didn't move, so I've had the chance to run away before the trance was gone."
The text is also by me.
I like to write these little strips about some of my works, it's the story behind or born from them.
I've spent the whole day trying to find the right format for this one. I've started with a squared one, but it was too small for it. The Troll needed air and space even if he's inside of a strange and mystic cave.