Flora Troll

[Jinjag]

Yyrkroon peered up from his vials to see the troll stride in. Jinjag's slouched gait was an affront to Yyrkroon, who had always been taught to carry himself upright, and walk with a purpose.nn"Hello, troll...", Yyrkroon began, returning his eyes to the bubbling amalgamations in front of him.nn"Taz'Dingo boney man. Joo be gittin da bubblies togedduh?".nnYyrkroon cringed. Rightful members of The Society would never refer to the precise science of alchemy in such an off handed manner. Voodoo was for witches and children, and though he came close to both, Jin'Jag was truthfully neither.nn"Lisssten, troll. Thesse tesstsss are important. Why don't you go clean your tusssksss... They look like they've been ssssoaking in elf urine...."nnJin'Jag laughed, and grabbed the nearest vial to him.nn'Down da hatchy, boney man!"nnBefore Yyrkroon could protest, the troll had gulped a thick purple concoction that as of yet had no name. Or list of results or purposes. Or noted side effects.nn"Wait!" he yelled. But he knew it was already too late. The troll had wiped his mouth with an embroidered sleeve, grazing it over two long yellowing tusks.nn"Das gud, man. Joo mek more?"nnYyrkroon started counting down from 10 in his head. Something was bound to happen. It simply had to.