Rock Bottom - Mount Zhayolm Zurtermor: ...
Zurtermor: (Leave me alone, Warsowok...)
Warsowok: What's wrong with you?
You don't wanna fight, you don't wanna talk...
Where's that happy-go-lucky Troll I used to know?
Zurtermor: (It's gone.
I lost my pick...)
You loved that pickaxe!
Where did you lose it?
Zurtermor: (The crevasse...so deep... I can dig no more...<sob>)
Warsowok: In the crevasse, huh...?
That thing is really deep.
I don't think you'll be seeing it again.
Zurtermor: (My pick is never coming back...
I have lost my will...to move...<sigh>)
Warsowok: Come on, Zurt, cheer up...
Rock Bottom - Mount Zhayolm Warsowok: What do you want?
Hm? A pickaxe?
Warsowok: Hey, Zurt!
Look at this! A pickaxe!
Zurtermor: (A pickaxe...?
This is a little-person tool...)
You are very kind. But I am a Troll.
I cannot use little-person tools.)
Warsowok: Oh, that's right. This pickaxe would be way too small for you. That's a real shame.
Zurtermor: (I break boulders.
This will snap like a twig.
Trolls need big-person tools.)
Warsowok: So you wanna break boulders, huh?
You'll be needing something a little more sturdy than a pickaxe, then...
I'll never see my pick again...)
Rock Bottom - Mount Zhayolm