Saber Sloth Ellaria Undertow

Easily hefting his pile of bones, crockery what there had been of it, and whatever else he had gathered from the table is easy for the giant, the remnants of the bloody hanging beef carcass ... that will need to be dealt with later as will the larger furniture. But bowls, pots and the nearly empty bottle all make it into the pile. "Oh. Oh. Indeed you'll have to see for yourself." Why ruin the fun, and besides it the more he spoke with the now winter king the more of a mystery he seemed to become which was interesting in and of itself.

Striding through the dark towards the shadowy boarding house he cracks a smile, seems he had been rumbled after all. "Ah. You got me there. If the looks didn't give it away." Trolls after all were reputed for being particularly ugly. A descriptor that fit him well. "Ha. Yes troll it is." And if she knew that she knew what his voice could do, what was hidden behind, and within the brutish hungry demeanour lurked the yet more dangerous power of the king. His voice.

Arriving at the back door the giant will fish out another key and let them them both into Edna's kitchen, a room that had seen its fair share of clandestine meeting had no small number of lost past through it. "Hm. Welcome to Edna's." A light will be flipped on and the king begins to sort rubbish, refuse and cleaning. The bowls and the like piling in the sink the broken bones and waste finding home in the rubbish. "Oh. I did say a small small prize for getting that didn't I." A rummage around his long coat will produce a mur mur leaf that he passes over. "Ah. Not all that much. But I id say small and it's not bad to have one on hand for emergencies." That he grew a small number of the fruits made parting with one that little bit easier.

He himself will begin the washing up. Better do it while in sight or it could well slip the mind. "Ah. Just give me a minute to get this done, look around if you want." Turning on the hot water, no gloves, they didn't make any that fit his large hands. "Hm. As for my side of it, if your going to be doing the scaring I'd be quite happy with folks forgetting a few things about me. Plenty I don't mind keeping hidden." That was the blessing he would choose, a good way to trial if more powerful magical anonymity was useful to him or not.