The Toll Troll
Lumbering, large, huge, giant, colossal, titanic, a behemoth that believes it's good at general math. Take the cut-throat nature of the markets, the suaveness of the salesmen, a dash of the shark like attitude of a money lender and a pinch of murderous intent then dull all of it. Give it a big club, a big table and a bridge and lower its intelligence to just above a plant.
With an insatiable appetite for flesh and the bullying bulk to back up any threat the Toll Troll will set up shop on any bridge, thoroughfare, road or pit stop that is out of the way but not remote. Understanding more out of primal awareness then actual business sense that extended attention can be a negative.
The Troll doesn't grasp the mechanics of a business however, while It mimics the actions of its former murdered master it doesn't understand the concept. Screaming words like "money, dividends, accounts!" While pulping people to paste with a horrible club. Demanding percentages on loot without grasping what a percentage actually is. Placing the broken ends of two bottles on the bridge of its nose while pretending to ponder deals. It would be almost adorable if not for the fact the Troll enjoys ripping animals, people, objects and yourself limb from limb.
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