"Listen up you worthless insects! I am your master. I teach the ways of killing. Heed my advice younglings, with it you may one day become something."

That was the last time my mentor ever hit me. A month later, he died by my blade, but not before watching me slice him and drink his tasty blood. He did not live long to regret that knuckle in my snout. So listen to me younglings, and I will tell you the ways to be a trolloc worth your hide. Follow my advice and you will learn to raid, learn to kill!
    First, choose a heavy pounding or blasting weapon. My bloody club has 200 hashes in it, one for each of the human's lives I've taken. Learn how to use the weapon well, and perfect it. club a few of those lesser trollocs, bash their skulls!
    Listen up now. This may be the single most important bit of advice I can give you as you begin marauding the human lands to the south. Humans are slow and weak. They have trouble moving long distances and place to place without a lot of rest. Most often they will be found upon horses, nearly as strong as we are. Knock those silly humans from the saddle. Break the legs of the horses that they ride. Those stupid pukes will begin running away, yet you will be able to easily catch them, providing yourself with some glory and a warm meal.
   Next my young ones, learn the area in which you hunt. Do not run blindly into battle. I know that many times my bloodlust has led me into battles that I could not have won. Curb your taste for blood, set traps so that the humans may fall into them.
    Use shadoweyes as spies. Often a black raven will tell you exactly where to find your prey. Find your quarry, but wait. Allow them to get comfortable and unaware. Then burst through the brush and scrub, pounding the humans into bloody pulps! Tear their scalp from their lifeless bodies! Drink their blood!

That is enough talk for now young ones.