"Lead on and if Zeus' children are there then maybe the gods will show his face! Unless he is too scared, that is!"
The troll laughs as he follows Dagon through the caves.
Once on the surface, they find themselves in a pleasant hilly vale. A village of pale, short people tend to large flocks of sheep. At the edge of the village is a large mechanical clock which counts down the time, below it is a trapdoor. A small pen of sheep is located next to it.
"These are the folk I have to thank for feeding me all these years" Lakkinnen exclaims. "Watch them for me while I get my belly full for the first time in many a generation.
He breaks through the wooden posts of the pen and begins grabbing the sheep and taking large bites out of all he can get his hands on. The townspeople notice this and begin to flee.
"Stop them from leaving, will you; I still need to show my appreciation to those who kept me imprisoned for so long," he says through his bloody, gore-covered mouth.