He was standing on the first plank, blocking the way, when I rode up to the bridge. “And what have you to pay your way across?”
I smiled and answered conversationally, “Why should I pay?”
The troll glowered, arms crossed. “It’s my bridge.”
“You built it?”
“…Not personally, but…”
“Then the land it rests on is deeded to you?”
“That’s not the…”
“Did you receive a Royal Charter of some sort? An Appointment by the Chamber of Commerce?”
"…what are you talking about?” The troll seemed confused now.
“I think we should consult a lawyer…”
“Oh, just go on across.”
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