(Trolls speak English? News to me.)
-picks up the bow and loads it with a strip of wood which the fall has dislodged from the cart. As best she can she fires the wood over the group and into the wall in the darkness beyond them, it makes an abundance of sound as it scrapes down the wall and clatter onto the floor. She then takes the opportunity to run the way the trolls originally came from.-
(You obviously haven't seen the Hobbit U_U)
Lunar Jack:
O_O
Trolls:
O_O
.............
Lunar Jack:
Bloody sheep!
Now they're trying to screw with us at our house
That's just not nice
I'm gonna go see what the wee bastards threw
*jumps over the log seat and automatically trips on something I then further inspect what it is and see that it is a small elvish dagger (Sting) about the length of my forearm I take it and then return to the group a minute later*
Just a bit of wood lads nothin to worry about
*sits sting on my knee*
That one troll who has some sense:
Oi what you doing with our tooth pick?
Lunar Jack:
Oh I just foun....
That one dumb troll:
Hey I need that give it!
Lunar Jack:
O_O See ya
*jumps over the wood log and sprints up the mine after her as that one troll trips over the log. They then all pursue me in fits of rage*