Vol'jin was a big troll, Lolegolas thought. The blood elf wasn't thinking about the kind of big troll who stood in Orgrimmar's street corner yelling, "Why is it called Invincible when you can see it?" No, Vol'jin was big as in "huge," "gargantuan," and "oh my god, not my face."
"What you be doin' here, mon? Not many Sin'dorei be visiting the fishbowl," the troll chief asked. "I'm enjoyin' my water pipe. Mmm, water."
The blood elf had to try a couple of times to speak because he kept coughing through the thick smoke. "Garrosh has sent for my friend Throgg. I don't know why, but I need your help. I want to know what's going on."
Vol'jin crouched so that he could look Lolegolas in the eye. "And why would I be helpin' you, blonde elf? You're Horde, and I give you that, but you not great friend to trolls."
"I brought munchies," Lolegolas said. From the look on the troll's face, Lolegolas knew he had Vol'jin right where he wanted him. With a flourish of his wrist, Lolegolas produced a Miniature Voodoo Mask. The blood elf clasped the mask to his heart, closed his eyes tightly, and clicked his heels together three times.
Suddenly, three gnomes stood in the hut in front of Vol'jin. Lolegolas couldn't make our their expressions behind the thick, wooden masks they wore; from the way the gnomes shuffled about, though, he could clearly tell they were anxious.
"Dis pleases me," Vol'jin said. "I will help you, little elf."