It is said that the Thurs, what others call Trolls, do not travel well over the seas. It suits neither their temperament nor their bellies, these people say, and if they are to be fought it should be when they are upon the shore, recovering from their journey, their stomachs queasy and their minds ill-brought. Perhaps these tales have a grain of truth in them. Perhaps they are told simply to give courage to those warriors who would confront the Norse. Whatever the truth of the matter, few who tell the tale have fought those such as Unnolg, a Thurs of slime and wart, of immense strength and unflinching brutality, for even as their ships are beaching the Trolls leap to the shore, bellowing and howling, charging into the weakling men sent against them and scattering them like leaves in the wind. Unnolg and his kin may indeed travel poorly across the seas; but they care not, for they would sail to the end of the world if there were blood to be spilled.