| Snorri whispers something in the boy's ear for a long time, and finally, the boy quickly nods and rushes out of the room. Less than a minute passes, and he bursts back in... and in his hands, he holds a two-meter-long pole bristling with blades, spikes, and hooks in the most unexpected places. |
| The old man scratches the back of his head, embarrassed – uh... here... my youngest forged it when he accidentally ate too many toadstools. I don't know what it is, but I can tell it's meant for you. No one else has anything like it. He's clearly going to be a great master, hmm, hmm... (Is the old man coughing or laughing?) |
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