The Amani Troll Empire's army was even more loosely organized than Shawn had imagined.
Indeed, it could not compare to the elven forces of Quel'Thalas, much less the elite troops of Arathor.
Of course, it might also have been because the Amani Trolls had never imagined that enemies would disguise themselves as their own people and infiltrate their camp to cause trouble. Shawn's group of five slipped into the forest camp with ease.
Shawn disguised himself as the Troll hexer they had first encountered, while the Elf Sorceress took on the appearance of the Troll healer. The other three disguised themselves as Troll warriors.
Whenever they were questioned, Shawn said nothing. The Elf Sorceress offered a few simple, inconsequential answers, and they were allowed through.
Then Shawn and the others wandered around the camp.
The Amani Troll army had a very loose structure. Since all its soldiers came from different tribes and villages, they gathered into companies based on their tribe or village. Each company's captain was the chief of that tribe or the head of that village.
Even their meals were not coordinated. Each company hunted its own beasts and built fires to cook them-or simply ate them raw.
Trolls had always had a tradition of eating animals raw. Many tribes were particularly fond of eating humanoids raw, humans included.
When Merry saw the Amani Trolls sharing a human corpse as a meal, he nearly pulled out his disguised staff and attacked them. Shawn desperately held him back at the crucial moment.
"Are you trying to get us all killed? Calm down!"
Shawn forcibly restrained Merry, and the group quickly left.
Only after ducking into an empty tent did Shawn bend over and vomit, suddenly feeling utterly sick.
Once Shawn had finished throwing up, the Elf Sorceress offered a