"Rude cat?" Gog turned to look at Lia for agreement. Lia just shrugged. She was as flabbergasted as the troll was. The cat, and on closer inspection, a girl who had cat ears, had come out of nowhere, trying to start some sort of battle with them, no with the troll. For kidnapping her? Gog rubbed his knee, the look of pain on his face hard to read because of how odd he looked to begin with. It did not hurt that much, just a small sting. Like the bite of a fairy. Wait, no, fairy bites were a little more painful. Now confused, Gog just stood and tried to think which woodland creature had a bite equivalent to that of being hit by a tuna fish.

"No, no, you don't understand," Lia said from behind Gog, peeking out at the walking cat and the girl. "This is my friend. Don't you know trolls have no magic, except for shape shifting. So I'm here by choice." She patted Gog on his club-like arm fondly. 

"Ah... troll look scary, but troll good," Gog said, as he came out of his thoughts. "Show them rock, Lia?"

Lia didn't know if that would help, but at this rate they weren't getting anywhere with this. "Maybe."

At that, Gog's purple toned skin started to turn gray and it seemed he was slowly shrinking. This continued to happen until the only thing left was a huge rock. "Wise cat no scared of rock?" Maybe compliments would make the feline fellow happy.