Epilogue: Epic Trog

“I fleel fine!” insisted Trogdar as he lurched from wall to wall in the corridor.

The other warriors could not stop laughing as the unfortunate barbarian threw up yet again.

“Honestly, I think it’s, burr…” he paused for a second, keeling over before gently standing up again, “Nope. I think it’s getting better.”

“Oh yeah, you look a million times better than 5 minutes ago,” said Short-arse earnestly whilst stifling a giggle.

“Positively glowing,” said Jandyr.

“Wait, are you actually glowing?” asked Short-arse with mock concern.

“Am I?” said Trogdar, panicked.

“Hmmm,” said Jandyr, “No, it’s just the light. I think…”

Trogdar looked at his arms with mounting worry. “You’d tell me if I was, wouldn’t you?” he implored.

The other Warriors nodded in unison.

“That’s good,” he said relieved, “glad you fellas have my back. And lass. Hey, I think I can see some stairs round the corn-AAAAARGH!”

As Trogdar passed the corner, the flagstone toppled and fell, revealing a spiked pit below. Trogdar flailed for the lip of the floor, but fell, smashing through the spikes rather than onto them due to his bulk and thick furs.

“You alright?” shouted Short-arse as the other warriors rushed over to see what had happened.

“Yeah,” came a plaintive wail, “Can someone help me up please?”