...And my axe!

He squinted at Bylgja. He thought they were agreeing to one thing, but her words made it seem she believed they were agreeing to another. Oh well, nothing for it now. She could think as she wished. He gave her axe an experimental shake, swinging it one way and then the other. Nothing felt loose, nothing rattled. That was always a good sign.

He hadn’t gotten a chance to explore much of these lands before his unfortunate encounter with Vidarr, so he hadn’t gone South as she had. He didn’t care much for the warmth either. It wasn’t what he was accustomed to. Bsides, you could always put more layers on, but after a certain point, you couldn’t keep taking layers off.

“Alright, this is pretty much done. Do you want me to put the edge on, or would you rather do it yourself?” He asked her, holding the weapon out to her. Now that the axe was done, he wondered if she would push them to start on some of the other chores she had envisioned for them. Hunting, herbs, dyes.

"Speech"