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Slokrath pulled his had from the blade and placed it back on his head, then removed the cloak setting it in the empty space next to him on the booth seat.

Ahh my Broad Ax! It was a gift from my father, Sven Olfson, it's a traditional weapon used by the Vikings in the far west.

Slokrath lifted the heavy steel blade holding it out horizontally offering it to Sukino and Nebo. The metal was cold to the touch, the balance felt awkward and top heavy, the steel was black as midnight, and the poll was strange and squared off.

It is quite hefty, and most people think it looks almost unruly, but their is a method to effectively using it. The trick is to never let it stop moving, let the weight of the blade keep the momentum flowing so that you expend as little energy as necessary. I hope to pass it on to a son of my own one day, along with all of the other traditions my father taught me.

Slokrath gave a muted chuckle under his breath thinking back to the time he spent with his father training, studying, growing...

You know, it doesn't matter how old you get, or much time passes, I still miss him. My mother passed peacefully in her sleep. It was hard to cope, but there was closure, but my father... I never got that. He was assigned to the first team our village sent to research the blight. No one ever returned from that journey, and we have no way of knowing what happened to them.