Trolls are a dignified and ancient race. Their skin is mottled grey and smooth to the touch like river stones', their hair like hanging moss. In fact, one of the only signs that a sleeping troll is not a statue is a faint whiff of air that slowly hisses from their nostrils every few minutes. Small but strong horns grace their heads; mostly fused to the skull, but with slightly upturned edges in the back. Trolls take pleasure in simple work, long walks, and the occasional carving.