In the near-darkness, Krølla quickly changed into his garb of choice - a leather belt which bestowed four measures of both strength and stamina.
"HUNGGGHH HUNNNNGGHHH" he shouted, shaking his mighty fist in anger!
As night fell, Krølla and his boon companions withdrew to the safety of the hills - where they would be free from the clutches of the Wolfoids … for now.