A restlful night

Grorjin let out a deep breath. Looking down at the leather strap he had bought from a passing troll he looking around, not seeing anyone he said to the strap.
"Now ya betta stop dem bloody voicers in ma head mon! An det bloody udder troll who be readink ma mind mon!"
He very carefully put the strap around his forehead and tied it to the back of his head. He then pullled the back end of it and put a large silver mackerel into the strap. It was still cold and a small amount of water came from the beast and ran down his neck. There was a frantic two minutes as he looked to be fighting with himself trying to grasp the slippery fish before finnally putting it in tail side down.
His ears perked up as he listened very carefully..nothing..
He let out a small sigh of relief
"Dis Grorjin do be havink voodoo of his own hah!"
He seemed genuinely proud of himself. He had caught the beetles himself and crushed them in the strap as well as caught the fish.
He peered out into the night sky. It was late. He quietly lay down on his grass mat his head on his side
"Dees heritage trolls. Dem be preachink sum mighty strange voodoo Grorjin ya betta be careful."
He closed his eyes and for the first time he felt no pressure on himself to be anything other than he was. A fisherman and not a warrior wannabe anymore. A small smile crept across his face as he realized there were going to be all kinds of new things to learn and they didn't involve weapons. His thoughts drifted off to "I am Gwenderlin", bloody strange name he thought but..the non-trolls were strange in their own way too.
Sometime later there was a distinct slurp sound as well as something wet and soft hitting the floor. After that there was only snoring.

You can chill out now Grorjin and just be yourself because " yu in de 'eritage now mon", enjoy your fishing and voodoo.

Djinja/Skeen