Merchant Crab

“Ooow!” yelled the troll, as the arrow hit it straight through the left eye.

“Yes!” Rye said, doing a fist pump as he stood up.

“Great shot!” yelled Balthazar from the road.

The monster grasped its face with one hand, writhing in pain as it howled.

Suddenly, the troll lowered its hand and spoke, but in a completely different voice and tone.

“Alright, time out!” said the troll in a lower pitch and less slurred way than before, while tapping his palm on the fingertips of his other hand, making a “T” shape.

“Huh?” the adventurer said, confused.

“What the…” said the crab.

“Really, mate?” the bridge guardian said, looking at Rye with one eye while pulling the arrow from the other. “Right in the peeper?”