Princess Knight [Dropped]

[34.1] Bit Ol Jack - 1

Jumping into the fray of the magic circle...

There was no sudden light of show nor sound for his arrival. Jack Sawhand merely found himself within the cave.  

A tall striking figure, his face bravely smiling and his right eye covered by a black eyepatch, a brown pirate hat resting atop his azure hair--with the image of a skull printed at it. He wore an overcoat of dark blue lined with gold, and under that, a simple plain pale blue shit and light brown cotton pants with a makeshift rugged belt of the same color. His curved sword rested against his right shoulder, his hand, which was covered in a thin black wrist less silk-like glove, grasped the golden hilt of his blade.

Rough brown rocks surrounded him in full. The area wasn't dark even though it was clearly a cave, a strange occurrence...though, the further he looked on, the less he saw, the more darkness encroached.

'Where is that lass?' He couldn't help but think, his left hand lightly stroking his chin as his blade rested upon his shoulder.

He looked backwards...nothing more than a wall.

'The little lassy could only have delved deeper...'

Sticking to his nature, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Ima delve deeper as well then~" He whistled lightly and walked forwards.

He could finally see the source of where the light within the cave came from. Glowing white crystals etched amidst the roughed top of the cave, brightening his path lightly with every step he took.

"Hmm...?"

"Ein't that something?"

It seemed out of place if anything, though, what did he expect when he jumped along into a magic circle in the middle of nowhere? That little lass had said she felt a calling...he had been a bit late on the matter but he still followed after.

Dusty green, as small or maybe even smaller than the averagely sized goblin. Its ears curved pointed upwards, and its pupils silver gray. It was thinly built, its rib cage clearly showing. Not even the one pair of clothing it wore, its brown and long dirtied shorts, could enhance its image. This being before him, this being looking up at him, was nothing short of a troll. A being almost identical to a goblin in every way....except for one important thing...their ability to speak.

Eying the troll...

"You,"

...he pointed the tip of his blade at its pointed nose.

"Have you seen a young lass around here, eh?" He tilted his head.

Truly, Jack Sawhand was a carefree man. Which man had ever tried asking a demonic beast of all things a question? Certainly, if this type of men existed, there weren't many.

The troll seemed to eye him directly in his eyes.

Yet...

Its expression seemed to indicate a slight understanding. But, was this troll a nice troll? Maybe...

"Me...food..." It spoke up.

Jack's eyebrows twitched. It wouldn't answer for free?

He scoffed in slight annoyance. Taking out, from within his space ring, a loaf of stale bread and holding it dangling in front of the beast.

"Ya want this lad?" He asked.

The troll's eyes were glued upon the swinging food, Jack could have sworn he heard the rumbling of its dry stomach. And he was even more certain when the beast licked its lips.