-- Clear, -- Henry wasn't really listening, but he caught the part about "22 years old" and the accompanying cheerful, student-like mood. -- I'll call you "kid." Alright, let's speed things up, because I'm already tired of carrying this Slug on my back, and we still have to walk back.
The mountain travelers needed more time to reach the troll cave. All this time, Davalia was telling stories from her student life. About fun student days, trips during the holidays, funny situations with teachers, and other similar things.
Arriving at the cave, the mercenaries saw the following scene. All the trolls were sitting near the cave. Next to them stood a woman unknown to Henry, and she was singing.

The green troll, whom Fay spat on, had thick, silky hair. The other trolls were still bald.
- I don't feel anything, - said Masha. - It's not growing.
- Hmm, maybe we need to wait a few days, and maybe one of you will grow hair?
- I don't know, maybe this one is also broken? - asked Dasha.
- Well, we thought that one was broken too, but look, mine grew!
- Ahem, - the woman coughed. - I'm not very good at singing, maybe you need a good singer?
- I don't know, the wizard said that a woman had to sing for the hair to grow. One of them also said that she couldn't sing, but the hair grew, - replied the green one.
- Yes, it grew! - the gray one chimed in.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт