Nite stood and walked over to Midgard, "May as well let them talk, clearly they have some catching up to do," he said. "Two more days until we leave, maybe more people will show up. Feel free to roam the town, but try not to get attention," Nite said loud enough for everyone to hear.
Frold arrived outside a gate and hesitated, he was so close, but he was scared. A crude arrow crashed into the wall next to him and his course was decided. He ran inside and began yelling at the top of his lungs, "Trolls!"
Further into the city a man heard the cry, he was in a tower, so hard a view of the surrounding countryside. He looked out and saw a huge army of trolls, as if the tribes had banded together. He rushed down the tower and out into the town, he ran to the biggest building in the town, the palace.
The guards let him through, but as he ran by he said "Trolls, they're attacking the town!". He ran further into the town, until he was in the throne room, he ran in to see three figures talking discreetly. He ran up and said, "My lieges!", there was a flurry and sound of a blade slicing through the air. "You dare to interrupt Tryndamere, King of the Barbarian tribes!?", the man cowered in fear.
A soft hand appeared over his shoulder, an icy, but delicate voice said, "Now dear, he must have a good reason to do so, what is it?" the speaker was in a flowing blue and white robe, with the most legendary bow in the kingdom across her back. "Q-Q-Queen Ashe," the man stuttered, "Trolls are amassing outside the gates, the tribes seem to have banded together."
The third figure, who had remained silent until then said, "I'll go get Nunu, he hasn't had a good meal in awhile," Willump walked out in the direction of the Yeti district. King Tryndamere stood up tall, "I'll call the barbarian tribes to battle, those trolls won't stand a chance," he announced. Queen Ashe said in a powerful voice, "Stop, some interesting characters have recently come in to the city, and now the trolls band together to attack us? As queen of these people, I have to make difficult decisions, and this is one of those, send out the foreigners, and maybe the trolls will leave us, I will contact the Institute and see if we can get Trundle here, if my plan fails, maybe he can talk to them."
Tryndamere said, "Very well, I will go personally to this Frozen Hare inn,"
Nite and his party had heard the call of trolls, and Nite had opened the door to investigate. He looked to the outside of town where a large barbarian was defending a family of yordles from half a dozen trolls.
The man swung has axe in a low, wide sweep and two trolls fell, blood pouring from stumps that were once legs. One troll ran away, seeing his allies fall was apparently too much, while another troll leaned in after dodge and slashed at the barbarians arm, a blast of ice appeared seemingly out of nowhere, that troll was then incased in a block of ice, posing mid-swing. The other two trolls followed their comrade and ran away. The large man turned and saw Nite, but merely scoffed and ran off to find more trolls.
The yordle family ran further into town, to the safety of the fort. As Nite turned to see them leave, he saw a comforting sight, King Tryndamere, walking tall, down the very same road. Nite's expression changed as soon as he realized the King's destination. He ducked inside, hoping he hadn't been seen.
The door burst in and Tryndamere himself strode inside. He cast a curious glance at Unasetra and Nin-Aj, his gaze stopped on Midgard, he scowled at him, under his breath he said, "Dragonkin...", and spat on the ground. He looked at Nite and announced, "By order of the King and Queen, you must leave,"