Urist, disappointed by the lack of drink, spoke slowly.<br/><br/>"Axe 'is, axe 'at. I dun' bloody know what 't 's, I juss' foun' th' bloody thing one 'ay, an' I thought 't 'ere a good wepp'n 't seek riches with, what with th' runes an' all." This was only half-true, but he wasn't about to say where he'd really gotten the thing.<br/><br/>He stretched his working arm a bit, sighing.