After killing the wolves, Deebus adjusted his course for the Cunning Depths, home of the troll Ileda Omifepa, since it was closer than Brandsewers and in basically the same direction. Creeping into the fire clay tunnel, he was a little concerned; the encounter with the wolves had left him with just 29 arrows, which was fairly few in an open fight. He would need to be efficient. As it happened, he soon came upon Ileda and quickly fired two shots, piercing her stomach and knee. This brought her to the ground but not to unconsciousness, so he closed in to do more serious damage with his spear. As he got near, though, he saw around the pillar of clay in the center of the den.
He thought to himself that in the future he should just expect beasts to have mates. Fortunately, this other troll, who Deebus would later learn was called Saviny, had not detected anything yet, despite the floor spattered with his mate's blood. He was probably asleep. Thus assured, Deebus proceeded to stab Ileda until she succumbed to the pain. He made sure to strike in a way that she would not roar to wake her mate. After taking lightning-fast stabs to the face, hand, and chest, the troll passed into unconsciousness and never woke. Her throat was slit.
Ileda bled out as Deebus impaled the left leg of her mate, and with another strike to the foot, ensured Saviny could not rise to defend himself. The troll bellowed in pain, but was cut short by a sharp pain entering deep into his chest. Before Deebus could twist the spear in further, though, Saviny blindly pulled the weapon from his chest and cast it -and the wielder- backwards. He could not see who wounded him so, but he could detect the corpse of Ileda drenched in blood. Saviny roared again in anguish and whipped his head about, searching and sniffing for his new hated foe. Only shadows greeted his senses. Until the sharp pain flashed suddenly in his right arm, that is. Saviny whipped about again, pummeling at where the pain came from, his paws meeting only air. From the opposite direction, his good right foot took a deep wound that made him scream again.
Deebus stepped back and waited. After a few seconds, the thrashing troll on the floor went limp, the pain being too great, and Deebus swooped silently back over to relieve him of his pain. Forever.
The sun was still high in the eastern sky when Deebus continued on his way. Stopping only to drink from a stream, he arrived at Brandsewers in the late afternoon. The place was deep in the sacred country. Any beast there must be fearsome indeed. When he descended into the den, he noted the smashed skeleton of one of his brethren lying in the antechamber. It looked not to be more than a few months old, the bones chewed open and drained of marrow. This poor soul needed to be avenged, whoever he was. At the end of the burrow Deebus came upon the troglodyte pair and opened fire. Freedome, the male, was first to die, taking two arrows to the belly and leg, then a spear through the forehead. Before Kegeth could react, Deebus had stabbed her belly as well and smashed her foot, bringing her to the floor. She would not succumb easily, though. She survived his next strike to her face, as well as the two that punctured her lungs and heart. Stabbing faster and faster, Deebus caught her in the hand she threw up to shield herself, severing it at the wrist. With the shock of this injury, Kegeth at last passed out. It took three powerful strikes, but at long last Deebus caved in her skull.
Two mated pairs of monsters, troglodytes and trolls, he had killed that day.