The Whispering Hollows         "I'll tell ye what I saw, alright" The old Hansetian drained his mug, downing it and sighing. His face was marred with pustules, and his face ached with the ruin of age. He ran his hand through his beard, collecting himself.    A group had formed in a tavern within Haense, forming a semi-circle around the old man.   "Da, it was a fookin' troll, tall as that 'ouse o'er yonder and big as yer Mama's arse, it was." He w