Ransley had been walking along, continuing his journey as normal till something struck him on the back of his head. Not a pleasent feeling I assure you, being struck on the bag of your head by something heavy is never fun. It hurts quite bad and odds are it'd knock you out as well. As amazing as Ransley is it did not quite stop him from getting knocked out. Nor did it feel pleasent.
When Ransley awoke he found himself wet... Had a branch hit the back of his head and knocked him into a lake? On further inspection he found that it had not been son. Ransley was in a pot and he was surrounded by trolls. Nasty, smelly, stupid, icky trolls. Not a fair situation in his opinion conisdering he had been tied up and unequipped.
"Ah lookit! He be not sleeping." Said Troll#1.
"What if he sleeping with eye open?" Said Troll#2.
"Why you not ask him?" Suggested Troll#3.
"Hey you! Be you awake? For we no likey to eat you till you awake." Troll#2 asked Ransley.
"Morons..." though Ransley. Well lets play along with them. In a situation like this it would be brains over brawns. Ransley doubted he would be killing a bunch of trolls tied up, without equipment and with that pain in his head.
"Why you no say nothing?" Troll#2 asked angrily.
"Idiot!" "No my good sir, I am still asleep." Ransley replied, his voice clear and crisp.
"See! I tell you he sleep with eye open!" Troll#2 exclaimed proudly.
"Nobody sleep with their eyes open." Troll#1 said with an air of knowledge around him.
This sparked a small arguement from their trolls which caused them to turn their attention from Ransley. His mind worked quick and he took a deep breath and dived into the stew. Luckily for him he did not have to wait long and the trolls turned back to him. And lo! How surprised were they to discover that the ever elusive Ransley had vanished. (Though he was actually just underwat... pardon me, understew.) The trolls looked at each other in anguish.
"Arr! He got away! How on earth could he?" Squeaked Troll#1 angrily.
"I no clue. He jump maybe. Like rabbit." Suggested Troll#2.
"He tie up. He no go far. We go find him." Added in Troll#3.
"He no take things. You stay here and guard." Said Troll#1 asking Troll#2 to stay and guard.
Troll#2 had no complaints about that and the other two went off in search for Ransley. The Ranger had hoped all three would go away but well, Troll#2 hardly seemed the brightest of the lot. Far from it in fact. Ransley popped out of the stew, not really bothered if the guard spotted him though he did not. He managed to topple himself out of the pot with a bit of squirming, the clatter did attract the troll though.
"Hey! Why you here? Why no in pot?" Asked Troll#2.
"I'm sleepwalking." Said Ransley softly.
"Oh... that okay then." Said Troll#2 merrily.
Ransley smirked and half-hopped, half-rolled his way to his equipment. He managed to free his hands with his short sword and then cut off the bonds around his legs. He clamly lift up his things, tipped his hat (Hair rather.) at Troll#2 (who was rather distracted with a bit of moss growing on a tree) and silently removed his presence from the area.
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