Ketkrókur

The penultimate half-troll trundles into town today,
ready to pounce on the shoppers rushing home with their treasures



Ketrókur

he carries a big stick and he is not afraid to use it,
upon it is a hook with which he'll snag the who-beast shanks straight from the pot and scarf it up while it is hot

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