Aerdrie had just finished collecting the arrows she'd put in the zombies when she turned on the troll who seemed to be trying to retain a stiff upper lip, an act made somewhat more simple by his less than stellar grasp of the common tongue. Aerdrie watched the others' attempts to interrogate him and the troll's obvious hatred for them. With great effort, he managed to contort his face enough to summon up a thick, green wad of spit and rot from his mouth and launch it with great force at Dean who was playing with his knife where it landed with a slight splotching sound on his shirt. The troll then proceeded to grumble out something so mish mashed that it could have meant anything from "I talked to your mother last night" all the way to "die human scum".
Aerdrie spoke up then to Dean, "Trolls regenerate and they aren't usually afraid of knives, Dean. You need something a bit stiffer usually." She glanced at Riq, "You don't happen to know how to heat a knife up without melting it, do you? They're usually quite adverse to fire." At that word, the troll perked up and Aerdrie finally looked at him, "Oh, you know that do you. That's right. If you don't start spilling your guts, Dean here is going to take a heated blade to every part of you that I find less than necessary to your ability to speak. His race doesn't love trolls anymore than mine and we've had a long day."
The creature snarled at her, but there was a slight hint of fear in his eyes and it spoke in a slow and hard to understand way, "Nasty elf will have demon kill Wark anyway. Pretty races always cruel to Wark's people. Always have demon slaves to help kill Wark's people. Pretty races heartless. Not care about suffering of ugly races. They cruel to anyone who look wrong way. They chase out their own kind for looking wrong way."
Aerdrie looked bored, " I've got no quarrel with Wark or his people. I have no need to let Dean here see if he can slice your face like butter with a hot dagger. I just want to know where the rest of the army went. After that, we'll leave you to thaw and so long as you get out of the Valley, you can keep your life."
The troll looked at Dean with mistrust, "Demon want to slice me up. His people even more cruel than Pretty Race. They enjoy it more." Aerdrie looked at Dean waiting for his reaction to this.