The Arbiter

The name sounded both familiar and yet distant. Id most certainly seen the name, it was plastered on every other tree near the camp. 

Aurelex. 

A noble-sounding name. One that Lorath might recount in one of his silly tales and one that Itch might scoff at.

"I've heard of the name, but I know nothing about the man".

The older man nodded as if my answer was about what he expected. 

"He is no man, my fury friend, he may have been once upon a time but he is far from it now. He bridges the realms of divine and mortal, a creature of near god-like power. Few can even hope to see him, and even fewer hope to fight him."

Worrying that this king of the trolls has managed to attract a figure of such un-human stature. 

"What's he got to do with the king of trolls".

The younger man unfurled his legs and stared deep into the fire, before speaking.