Excuse me,
sir. I couldn't help but notice that you've a way about you that simply screams “I have an affinity for creatures of the wilds.” And since I'm never wrong about such things, might I trouble you?
You see, amongst the troops of trolls living in the Outer Circuit, I came upon one who was sick beyond measure.
I took the poor creature in at once and saw him healed, of course, but when I attempted to return him to his rightful home, he flew into a panic, as if he could not bear the thought of going back.
To make matters worse, the troll saw fit to escape into a den of analas. I would go after him, but I'm so fumble-footed I'll scare him off like as not, and be torn limb from limb for my pains by the fiends!
So, I turn to you. Would you seek out this troll of which I spoke? I shall provide you with his favorite food, and with it, you should be able to calm the piteous thing. Hopefully that will be enough to see his senses restored and for him to come hurrying back.
And, though I shudder to think of it, if any of those fell analas seek to impede you or pester that troll, make those beasts regret their interference. Oh, and don't worry─you will be rewarded for your efforts!