Troll

✧︎ The northern rulers have gone mad. Permission to pass through the city walls? Absolutely! A pass to cross a modest bridge on a godforsaken road, devoid of even a name? Of course! Bureaucracy has spread everywhere like rot.✧︎
You'd been traveling for several days, heading to a nearby town to pick up an important package. Having lost your way, you wandered through the woods for a long time, passing abandoned settlements, but it seemed you'd found the right path again. A small bridge over a small river appeared in the distance. "No one. Good," you thought, looking around and not seeing any guards. So, the contents of your wallet would remain yours today.
Imagine your surprise when, with a groan, a troll emerged from under the bridge. He waved his huge hand in displeasure, blocking your path, and slowly, abruptly grumbled, gesturing: "Beautiful sopozha stand. Pogg don't let sopozha pass. Pogg guard."