The following Article was posted in the Azerothian Times, the 1st of March, Year 2008 after the Invasion of Northrend.

Its not often you meet a Troll. I mean, you see them on the streets sometimes, and there is always at least one on your job, but you dont _meet_ them often. They keep to themselfs as their tradition dictates. It is said they hide their distrust for other races beneath their skins and tusks. I would say they are not alone. There are always people who cannot accept different things and I would say Trolls are no different then the rest of us in that regard. Hell, even such nice and chatty things as Gnomes have idiots, racists and Bigots so who can blaim the odd Troll for the same thing?

But Gnomes you _meet_ everyday. They are prone to talking, be it on the bus, the parkbench, your job or the resturant where you are ordering your food, they talk. Trolls - while not very frequent in social jobs - do the same thing but are more quiet. I dont even think we had a Troll as a Television News Anchor in a good
five years unless you count the Troll Channels - and to be fair, while its pretty good to look at if you fancy their minimal or sometimes lack of Clothing as their heritage proclaims, you dont understand what they say - and thus dont understand them.

No, you rarely sit down and have a chat with a Troll. And yet I did only earlier today. I know what you are thinking. "Oh, this new reporter got an interview with a random Troll, big deal". Its nothing like that, I assure you.
I would say that regardless of race, you should sit down and have a chat with them. While it may be discomforting to sit opposed to something that barely has any clothes and is prone to leave you staring at the naked parts of the
body and get caught in the act, I would also say its enjoyable for others reasons, provided you do not provoke anybody while doing the former. Provoking a Troll is nothing I recommend.

It was a Café and I had just decided to have my first Caffelatte. I don´t even know what it is but my Cameraman, a rather shy Night Elf persuaded me it was worth trying. I dont usually drink coffey at all and I when I do, I want it black. The
CaffeLatte was the worst thing I ever had in a Café ever since I accidently stepped inside a hangout in the Old Town dedicated for the few Forsaken that was still sewn together well enought to walk. After that horrible experience, I turned to the next table, trying to quell the giggling of a tall, slender female Troll with white hair by asking her what she tought I should drink instead. She recommended me the Orange Juice that according to her was superb at this place. Said and done, I ordered it and changed table while my Cameraman pulled up a book. He never enjoys meeting new people as I do.

Sitting down at the table, I was introduced to the other Trolls at the table. The Troll that had tipped me of the Orange jouice, her white hair carelessly slung across her shoulders, wearing a pair of Jeans and a Flecktarn Military Jacket with a short nametag "Thunderwolf" on it sat next to what appeared to be her brother or her father. I guessed the first thing I did, earning a high laught from the Male Troll, clad in your average dinnersuit. There was a small badge pinned to it and he kept his hair in a long ponytail that was a extreme contrast to his clothing, and his hair
also covered his cheeks. His left hand was pinned firm into the hands of the third Troll at the table, a very cute Female wearing Jeans and a T-shirt.

She had one of thoose red Mohawks you hear about Trolls having, but never quite ever see, but she had one and wore it well. Around her neck
was a green gem, and only when I noticed it, I noticed that the male Troll had a similiar one around his neck, only smaller.

It turned out this Trolls name was Ganjola and that he was here with his sister and wife. It was not really hard to guess who was who, with Ganjola breaking conversation several times to rib his tusks against his wifes cheek, kiss her or use his long teeth to produce a white scar in her ear. I never really understood by there has to be pain to be love for Trolls, but Aital - the wife - seemed to enjoy it.
It was good that I had Tanwoola sitting next to me. She proved a most lovely company and was very talkaktive to, not reserved as you find most Trolls.
I once heard somebody say that Trolls was along the lines of "Say/Do what you must, then go" but this was not true with theese three Trolls.

It was then it struck me. I have never actually "met" a Troll. I met them at parties, we have one delivering our mail at work, we meet them at different
jobs in our life, but we very rarely sit down and talk to them. Speaking more to them, it seemed they had pretty average job, tought I suppose somebody would be a little paranoid about their jobs and their touch with blood in one or the other way. Ganjola worked as an senior official at the ministry of Defence and Tanwoola was doing her tour of duty in the Armed Forces - as shown by her very stylish jacket. I always loved the Flecktarn Pattern and seeing it on a Troll when mostly Dwarfes, Humans and Blood Elves carry it was a nice suprise. Aital, Ganjolas Wife who is a healer worked at the local hospital. This tought gave me a little chuckle what your average racial biggot would say when they wake up and see her pretty face, along with her fangs and a love for jokes regarding eating their patients - after the medication had been forced out of their bodies of course.

We had a lovely time, tought I doubt my Cameraman tought so. The lousy bugger kept shooting glances at me wanting me to leave, but in the end, I simply
dismissed him, giving him the rest of the day off. We had finished our jobs for today, and my new companions was alot more interesting then a purple
dude with long ears who spends his entire life behind a Gnomish Invention.

I dont know for how long we sat there. I suppose it must been at least a couple of hours. It was a intressting experience and I will never look on Trolls the
same way again, especially not after the evening when me and Tanwoola hit a bar. Damn, I have never seen such a drinker of ale, and it hardly affected her.
It did affect my wallet tought, but she made up for it. Some men would dislike having a larger women, but I am not one of them. My facial scars from her tusks
will however be subject of questions tomorrow at the office, but there are others scars they dont see - but I do and I remember how I got them.

Meeting a Troll is wonderful. I would do it again without doubt. And maybe I will. I got her number.