The Troll of Ulriken

They say an old troll named Ulrik has slept inside Ulriken since long before Bergen had a name — so long the mountain simply grew around him. On foggy mornings, locals like to joke that the mist rolling down the slopes is just his slow, quiet breathing, keeping an eye on the city below. No magic, no mischief — just an old, patient presence that Bergen has learned to live comfortably beside.