“Every ax-maid I have known of would give her life for her man. You are no different. You wish to be near and share the danger with him.” – Tordug to Limbreth
“No, I have to go find my mother. You can’t stop me from that. I let all the rest of them die. I can’t let her die too.” He reached for his sword, but it wasn’t at his side. He sat up and twisted his head in several directions, his breath heaving. “Where is it? Did you steal it?” He gripped the trapper by his coat. “I need that sword.” Athson to the trapper
