My first real "brush with fame" was a bit nerve-wracking,  as I stumbled upon a group of trolls in the Rathe Mountains.  Remembering my encounter with Stonetooth, I didn't care to stay long as I turned abruptly, preparing to make a run for it.

"WEENFORGE!" yelled one of the trolls as he stood up cheering, eyes wide-open in delight.  Confused, I wondered if he was happy to see me, or if he was happy to know dinner had arrived.

"Weenforge paint Igjarjuk Skulhammer!"
"Igjarjuk Skulhammer like paint!"

As much as I was terrified at the sight of a whole camp of trolls eyeing me dubiously, I was delighted to know this group recognized me as Wyndforge the artist, not Wyndforge the hamburger!

They fought over who would be in the painting, and since Igjarjuk was clearly the leader, he pulled his brother aside as they posed for the painting.

When I showed him the finished piece, he picked me up bear-hug style (nearly breaking a few ribs) to show his appreciation.  He proceeded to show the painting to the rest of his clan as they all cheered, jumping and waving their swords in the air.

That's when he took the painting, folded it in half, and swallowed it whole.

"IGJARJUK SKULHAMMER LIKE PAINT!"

Igjarjuk pulled me into their camp as we danced, celebrated, and drank some of the finest ale the rest of the night away. 

Gotta love them trolls. =)