This world is strange. The creatures here seem to shrug off my powerful blows. The Troll was tough but we were able to bring it down. We severed the head but the thing keep attacking. Apparently you have to destroy it by fire. We seemed to work better together this time. The Prying Elf seems to have realized her place and healed only engaging in combat when she did not need to use healing and could heal no more. I crawled down it’s hole into it’s den. I found many of these metal disks that people seem to covet, and several different items. Some seemed to be magical in nature. While retrieving the loot, I think that is what it is referred to, a mercenary group we had met before came down the road. We conversed with them. One of the group seemed overly interested in our belongings. I felt we should have shown them it would be unwise to linger too long on our possessions, the Pale One thought we should go around the road to avoid encountering them. I didn’t want to but we were tired so we traveled through the forest a ways and then found the road several mile later. We arrived in a town, don’t remember the name. We found a magician that could identify the item. The coat fit me but would do me no good, so I traded the Bird for some boots. Some new apparel seems in order. They seem to put much emphasis on looks around here.