"Ye cannot cross this bridge. 'Tis mine!"
A dwarf-like creature scampered up the bank and flashed tusk-like teeth. "Pay a toll of gold or I'll eat ye up, for I'm a ferocious troll!"
"Ah, you little shriveled up old shrimp," said Rockland, "you're not so bad," and swung his tree-chopping axe, decapitating the obnoxious troll and going on his way, unmolested, across the bridge.