The troll roared and yelled, "Dey attack yoo? Uv curse dey attack yoo! You coom ta coz trubble like all liddle folks do. We be happy an' safe before yez liddle folks coom. Aks de toadish quin. She telz ye de same as me. Yez liddle folks fooks up ur dragon-boss! He crazy now, nodda gud boss no more, he ant. An den yooz! Kills ur bruddahs an makem joost like da crazy dragon, all skelly-like! We saws em, near de sick man, hidin' inna caven. All skelly-like. Crazy as ur dragon-boss an nod fit fer nuffin. Yer whadayacall..."
He paused, trying to think of the word, and another troll said, "Nekkermunchers."
"Nekkermunchers!" the first troll yelled, "An eye doon like Nekkermunchers!"
He hefted a rather large club over his head and pounded into the ground for emphasis, nearly getting himself shot by Alhana for the threatening gesture. But, while he left a star-shaped cracked circle in the floor in front of the cleric, he had not moved close enough to reach. Perhaps he was reluctant to truly start a fight after all.