The laws of men came, and will pass. The spirits are eternal, and they shared their wisdom only with those they consider worthy. Trolls where chosen above men to keep the ancient ways of nature. We may be their last priests, we are the strongests. I knew more men would come and claim something that is beyond their comprehension. Like the ones that came before, they thaugh they could take control over everything, even nature itself. And like the ones that came before, they will be crushed, eaten, turned into ashes and forgotten. Only remains the last trolls, sharing the same spirit, the same soul, for they are one and eternal, part of the world for as long as it will exist. The khans may seem strong, they are already fading. They cannot withstand the wasteland, because they want to shape it at their image. That has happened before, and men thaugh they had succeded, taimed nature for ever. But I know, the spirits told me, that nature turned wasteland, because it was in need of balance, and only a great cleansing can wipe away filth. For ages, we stayed in the shadow, evading these men. Nature kept us alive and hidden, for we will have to repay Her one day. That day has come, and trolls now have to finish what the wasteland started. You can hide, khan, but don't forget, we know, we see, we wait and at the end, and there will be an end, we will feast, and you will be the meal.