Han Shuo's arrival drew unanimous cheers from the Forest Trolls. The old Priest tottered over and immediately prostrated himself, calling out with tears in his eyes, "Great God Daddala and Divine Messenger, you've finally returned."
Taking in everything around him, Han Shuo suddenly felt something he could not explain. By rights, these Forest Trolls were the greediest of plunderers, and he should have detested them. Yet now, seeing them treat him as a Divine Messenger and obey his every instruction, he suddenly felt they did not seem quite so loathsome.
Plundering was simply this race's nature. By the Dark Forest's rule of survival of the fittest, their actions were acceptable. Just as certain large magical beasts naturally hunted lesser magical beasts for food, the Forest Trolls did the same.
Every Forest Troll in sight, young and old alike, gazed at him expectantly. Their eyes held a religious believer's most devout trust, as though a single command from him could send them unhesitatingly to life or death. Han Shuo found the feeling rather strange.
"Rest assured. Your Great God Daddala will never abandon you." Looking around, Han Shuo fell silent for a moment before speaking solemnly in a deep voice.
The old Priest cheered and translated his words, tears filling his eyes. All the Forest Trolls raised their empty sacks and cheered loudly. It seemed that a single assurance from Han Shuo was enough to make them forget all their hardships.
Han Shuo took sack after sack of grain from his Spatial Ring and piled them on the stone ground where the snow had been cleared. A dazzling array of thick, padded clothing and daily necessities appeared before the Forest Trolls, making those enduring winter's suffering dance with delight.
"All of these supplies were prepared for you for this winter. Several