Horizon of Darkness

Henry was in a good mood in the morning. After waking up and thinking about yesterday, his first words in bed were, "Lol, she fell for it; it seems she really thought I apologized," – though he didn't say it too loudly. For the rest of the time, the guy was rambling to Gwen-Gwen about the Warcraft universe, without holding back his thoughts. But somehow, he noticed the troll under the bridge. "By the way, trolls don't look like that in Warcraft. Okay, I'll tell you later." "It's not necessary, Henry... Of course, your knowledge is interesting in its own way, but, umm, I still don't understand any of it..." Gwen tried to tactfully wriggle out of the conversation. "Guys! – he points at the spirit. – This thing is going to take our money now, or whatever trolls do. Get ready."