"You tricked me!" cried Thredor. He stopped short and dropped his axe as he rounded the corner of the longhouse, face-to-face with a fresh stack of logs next to the chopping block. "You promised you were going to teach me to fight like you!" "And I am, little brother, if you'll show any patience," chuckled Thralorr. "If you want to learn to use that axe, you have to start with the basics. You think you'll be able to cleave an enemy's skull if you can't split firewood?" Thredor rolled his eyes "That's just mother calling us in," he protested.