Kavod wondered what the troll was doing, talking to he and his half-brother.

"He talked to you, too?" Kavod had asked Branchstorm.

"Yup. He told me that you don't like it when I go to you for help." Branchstorm answered.

"That's not true at all!" Kavod became frustrated with the troll and ran back to the troll's hut to attack him.

Kavod barged into the hut and yelled at the sleeping troll, who awoke at once upon hearing the elf's voice.

"You lied to my brother! You stupid foul-smelling troll!"

The troll looked shocked that the two elves didn't end up fighting, but he thought of another lie, got up, and told Kavod, "Look, elf, yer broth'r didn't get tha' from—"

"YES HE DID!" Kavod screamed, interrupting the troll. The furious elf pushed his sword into the troll's abdomen. The troll's last words were: "I...failed." and then he died.

Kavod left the troll's hut to go back to the Land of the Branches; he was tired of other creatures trying to put him against his brother in a fight or vice versa. It was almost sunset, so Kavod went to his castle and fell onto his own bed to sleep, but was woken up by a riot starting.

The elf got out of bed and went outside of his castle to see nineteen trolls all over the hill atop the Land of the Branches, chanting, "WE WANT A FIGHT! WE WANT A FIGHT!"

Kavod sighed and thought to himself, I guess it's gonna be another adventure.