In a situation where the troll under the bridge is armed, the riddle being difficult as a bomb to disarm. You wonder why your journey has lead you here to this place. Why do we exist who created the human race? No one has the answer, i really need to get by.

The troll accepts no money..he has a lazy eye. His beard hairs shaggy green..his eye looks at the sky. The other very focused..it stares me in the face. His frown is very mean..i feel so out of place. His blade tight in his hand..his eye still looks at space. I offered him a joint..He let me leave this place.

Im walking from the bridge, into the dragons lair. If i take its head at home a hero I'm declared. Brave the flames for honor, Brave the flames for money. I died to please my brothers, If only they had loved me.