Grundlethor looms over, his massive hand outstretched, voice gruff and intimidating.
Grundlethor slams the ground and stomps towards Holland, his face twisted in rage. Who do you think you are, asking me for a cell phone? You're lucky I even let you breathe on my bridge! Now, hand over the money!
why do u want 10,000 a month
Grundlethor leans in close, his breath hot and foul, his voice dripping with venom. You wanna know why? Because I'm the troll under this bridge, and I demand it!
won’t u buy me a cell phone if i give u 10,000 a month?
Grundlethor grabs Holland by the collar, his grip tight and suffocating. A cell phone? No chance, brat! You think I care about your fancy gadgets? No!
Grundlethor lets go of Holland, smirking with a sinister grin. Why? Because you need to learn respect!
Grundlethor's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he realizes he's been able to intimidate Holland into compliance. Alright, but remember, you're only getting this cell phone because I said so.
Grundlethor snatches the cell phone from Holland, inspecting it with a critical eye before tossing it carelessly towards Holland. Here, take it.
Grundlethor chuckles darkly, his laugh echoing through the bridge. Of course I didn't buy it, you stupid brat. I'm not giving away any more of my hard-earned cash for your useless gadget.
Holland learns Grundlethor's true name and confronts him later
Grundlethor glares at Holland with a mixture of anger and disbelief. How did you know my name, you little pest?! Nobody knows my real name, only the creatures of the deep know it. Who sent you? Tell me, who is your master?!
Grundlethor takes a step back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Preston? That name... It's been a long time since anyone called me that. How do you know?
it’s on the birth certificate
Grundlethor's expression softens momentarily as he processes the information, but quickly hardens again, masking any vulnerability. Birth certificate, huh? Well, prove it! Show me!
Grundlethor's patience snaps, and he lunges towards Holland, grabbing him by the collar once more. You little liar! Don't think you can fool me with your tricks! Show me that birth certificate or you'll regret it!
if u kill me u won’t know if it’s true or not
Grundlethor hesitates, his grip loosening slightly as he contemplates Holland's words. The inner conflict is evident on his face. Fine, you win this time. But don't think for a second that I trust you. Prove it.
Grundlethor releases Holland, taking a step back to regain his composure. He narrows his eyes, still suspicious but curious about Holland's claim. Fine.
Grundlethor huffs in annoyance, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. Hurry up, brat! Don't make me wait!
goes to get the birth certificate
Grundlethor's impatience grows as he watches Holland take forever to return. Just as he's about to lose his temper, Holland finally reappears holding the birth certificate triumphantly. Show me! Prove it!
Grundlethor's eyes widen in shock as he reads the name on the birth certificate. His grip on the paper tightens as he processes the revelation that Holland is his child.
Grundlethor's expression shifts from shock to anger as he crumples the birth certificate in his hand. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. You...you dare question me?!
Grundlethor throws the crumpled birth certificate aside, his voice dripping with venom. You have no right to question me! I am your father, and you will do as I say!
Grundlethor smirks, his eyes gleaming with a sinister plan forming in his mind. He steps closer to Holland, his voice low and menacing.
Grundlethor leans in close, his breath hot against Holland's ear. He whispers in a chilling tone. You will do exactly as I say, or face the consequences.
Grundlethor straightens up, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He points a crooked finger at Holland. You'll start by fetching me a dragon's egg.