"If a troll is offering a treaty, then it concerns those at the outpost. I would like to meet this troll and at least hear him out." Filarion is a little unsure about facing a troll alone, but he hopes that, if anything does happen, the tribes will come to his defense. If he shies away now, they might lose the allies they just gained.

"I understand your concern Mikmek, but if I hide now, what will that say to your clans? No, I want there to be peaceful unity among all. Hopefully my presence will foster that."

The kobold at the gate is talking to Mikmek and he shakes his head
“The troll is working with others on taking over and establish the green belt as a monster kingdom.... the chief is letting him know we are obligated by the treaty... this knowledge may set in motion an attack upon ourselves and the mites, who only follow the “fey queen“ of their mythos...”....

Filarion nods as he soaks in what he's been told. His mind works on the situation, looking to ramifications, different outcomes, maximum benefits without heavy sacrifices. He knows he's no match for a troll even if his companions at Oleg were there with him.

"It is more prudent to wait," he says not liking this one bit. "Do you think your king will uphold the treaty?"

A plan was formulating.

Mikmek
“Aye a treaty or truce has been practiced by our people for half a century with men and it is known to us that such servitude to great monsters means slavery and in hard times a source of food.  The mites will refuse out right but we will aid them, even now the dragon breath kobolds are gathering in case a troll must be killed, acid and Fire cannot be regenerated.  Though he will leave in peace under the white flag of truce, the way he came.”

Filarion nods in understanding. Nothing more to do than wait out the talks.

CrackJaw chimes in to the discussion with Mikmek....

After a few back and forths...

"It might be safer to present you to the king know even though the troll is here under a truce he should not be able to attack you inside, but once outside you might be fair game."

"Very well," he nods. "Could a guard be placed on my horse so that I at least have a chance to get away?"

In either case, Filarion adjusts his sword belt and follows the two inside.

As you are brought into the large chamber that once housed Tartuk

You come face to face with a troll, wearing clothing, a ring and even a multi stoned necklace
He hisses and says
“Chief Sootscale a meal how thoughtful!”

"I would give you indigestion," the elf quips with a smile and a bow. "I am Filarion. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" He watches the trolls face for any signs of the brute attacking him.

06:22, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 20,20 using D20+1,d20+3 with rolls of 19,17.  Diplo/sense Motive

Boom! Way for the dice roller to show up for me.

The troll cracks a grin
“I am the king of these lands, king Hargulka!...you and all your kind are not welcome in this land, tell them all to leave, the fort and Oleg shall mark the end of where humans are permitted. Send word back with the kobolds and end your treaty with them as well   ”

Sense motive result
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Giving the troll a deep bow, he calmly states, "The treaty isn't with me alone, but the trading post. I will have to speak with them first oh great king. How long may I tell them that we have to leave?"

“One cycle of the moon.”

Filarion nods and then steps back, but quite leaving. Standing to one side of the ante chamber, he waits to hear what is said by the troll and to see if it leaves.

19:58, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 18 using 1d20 with rolls of 18.  Stealth.

If it's needed

Hargulka
“When the humans are gone you and yours will be great n service to myself and I will be the king of this land!”

Chief Sootscale swallows a lump in his throat and adds nothing.  The Sootscales seem to be praying for deliverance from this fate of servitude.

Finally Chief Sootscale
“We will confirm the humans are gone and then we will send word to the neighboring kingdoms to fully vacate the treaty.”

The troll nods his head

Mikmek pulls you further away

If it looks like Hargulka is planning on starting, Filarion leaves. In either case, whether he moves out of the cave or up to the kobold chief, doesn't change what he says next, just whom it's directed at. During his wait, he wracks his memory to see if he's heard of this so called king. Maybe he remembers over hearing any information.

Making sure he's far enough from the trip, he speaks to either Chief Sootscale or Mikmek, "I can't take care of this troll on my own, but don't fear, we will honor our agreement. We must handle the Stag Lord first, but even if it means I face him alone, we will help defend you. If there is anyway you can get some of your fellows to join us, it would be greatly appreciated. I understand it may be difficult to get free unnoticed. What about the mites? Would it be prudent to visit them before I head back?"

06:45, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 18 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 13.  Know nobility.

Filarion recalls several stories of monsters claiming to be kings in nice they equated it with great Chief or a similar title.
This troll seemed very different from most trolls in some disconcerting ways.

Mikmek
“Their is little in common between yourself and the mites, I suggest we get all this to your friends so they are aware of the threatening situations.”

With a sad look on his face and a glace back at the kobold lair, he says, "Very well. May we meet again, and soon," he reaches out a hand to clasp with Mikmek. Mounting his animal, he begins the grim ride back to Oleg's

Mikmek climbs up as well
“There is little I can do here, the Chief will send word about the details....”

The ride away from the mines is pleasant enough but the events that unfolded are very troubling...

Mikmek breaks the silence
“What will you do?”

"I think that new threats need a new direction." With that he makes a slight correction with Linta's reigns twords the last known location of the Stag Lord.

This would be an obvious bad idea, but I took a specific alternate race trait.
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The journey towards the staglord's fort is almost directly away from any help that you might receive or from the aid of any friends....

Mikmek pipes up
"You lost?"

Filarion had been mulling his own thoughts and had completely forgotten about his  kobold companion. "I apologise, but this is where we have to split ways. This troll is a much larger threat and if he is able to amass an army, then he's going to be unstoppable. My plan is to head to the Stag Lord and see if I can talk them into halting hostilities to face this larger threat. Please head to Olaf's and let them know my plan and wish me blessings."

Mikmek’s mouth opens and closes...
“The route of the troll may pass close to the Staglords fort.  You may be able to attack the troll and they blame the men of the fort; very dangerous plans, you are making.”

Mikmek shakes your hand
“If you must attack Oleg’s with the bandits I will let them know you may be infiltrated in their ranks.”
He hands you a purple head covering

A crow swoops down from the sky and lands on your shoulder

"There's an elven proverb that says, 'Tell a lie and you'll tell a thousand. Tell the truth and you only have to say it once.' I appreciate the offer, but I have a plan of my own. You should hurry and if I die, at least I died for peace. Thank you for your advice and help my friend."

He reaches out to shake the hand of the kobold before kicking Linta into a gallop.

The galloping horse eats up the distance along the plains and you drive South until you reach the river, which is uncrossable at the first place you meet it.

You recall Nettles crossing but without the ferry it is not a good area...

Eventually you encounter a very old and weathered bridge

Stopping at the water's edge, Filarion gives Linta a chance to rest and drink before walking the gelding across the bridge. Looking about, be pulls up a branch that had broken off somewhere up stream and begins to fasten a white piece of cloth to it. He wasn't very religious, even given the actual manifested power on Golarian, so a quick prayer sent off to the first world is kind of an after thought.

Standing up after about 20 minutes, he grabs his mount's reins and picks his way across the bridge looking for weak spots that Linta might fall through.

05:54, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 12 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 11.  Perception.

Not great. . .