Snorri whispers something in the boy's ear for a long time; finally, the lad nods hastily and whirls out of the room. Not even a minute passes before he flies back in... and with him is a huge mustachioed man around forty, Gunnar — Snorri's middle son.
follow me, mighty warrior, I shall show you various axes, maces, morning stars, war picks, flails, hammers, pollaxes, spiked clubs, bludgeons, and cudgels... Gunnar continues to list these names so dear to your heart for a long time. You have probably arrived straight in Valhalla... I mean, ptooey, in paradise of course!!

he.... he... the tests there are primitive.... decided from the start that I'd be given an axe...

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Magnus, why so many themes? Those who are interested will find a test for themselves.

that's exactly what FLOODING is for.... :)