"Kurloz," he says, fear and relief mixing evident in his voice. There's too many people and none of them are ones he recognizes, none of them are even trolls, so it's near enough to make him sob at familiar horns and facepaint. He doesn't, though, just hugs onto the other troll before he can remember that Kurloz never was big on being touched.

It would be one thing if this were the market, if his mother was with him, if he was somewhere where he knew how far he could push things before he needed to run, but here he's just frightened and overwhelmed.