He rummaged around in his grimy pocket and pulled out two teeth and a key. He handed over the key.
"You'll find them kept in the shed behind the Piggery. I've got no use for them myself but I will be requiring a reward."
"How so?"
"Well I'm letting them go and facilitating their release so to speak - could have gone elsewhere you know."
Puck looked hard at him and said, "All I've got on me is a bag of twelve beans - quick growing vines - but I guarantee you'll find a use for them for they can reach thirty feet in just under an hour."
"Make it two bags."
"Done! Two bags of six beans each. Just don't go feeding them to your enemies mind, or the Warden will be after you for murder."
"Fer sure" the Troll grumbled, "A shit that Warden is - got no jurisdiction over our kind."
"He does if you misbehave."
Puck turned the key in his hand watching it turn from gold to silver and back into gold again.
He looked up at the furry face still staring at him. "Thank you for your help Sir" he said respectfully. "I did not mean to be abrupt with you earlier. Good luck with your chances, choices and fare!"
The Troll bowed and disappeared.
That was a close one, Puck thought to himself - for moments there he had almost traded away his kindliness too.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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