The village hired us to hunt a troll that had been poaching sheep. Well, it wasn't a troll. Worse than any troll, it was far more cunning and clever, and bigger to boot. The damnable thing led us on a merry chase up into the hills, and once we were ready to give up and head home, it sprang down from a cliff and ripped into us. The snarling face and hyena-like gait reminded me of a gnoll, but no gnoll is ever that big and mean.