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They are not a big deal in chapter six, nonetheless.
But in Nalia's str. they are. Giant trolls show a not-so-nice tendency not to die. I whack and slash and chop, dealing fifty's of damage per round, and he is happily standing there being "near death" for a few turns. Die, dammit.
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, adhuc dulcius pro patria vivere.
(It is sweet and glorius to die for one's homeland, even sweeter to live for it)
Horatio
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