The troll looked like a ball of mud until, having rolled onto the middle of the wave-swept path, it popped open like a pillbug, in this case revealing short, stubby limbs and a face like squished clay. "Not so fast," it said as it stood. "There's a toll to pay if you want to go forward." The group looked at the troll, then at the path ahead, or at least what they could see of it. "What do you say?" the troll asked them. "Do you want to continue?"
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