It's Got a Vorpal Blade

Evading capture by the paranoid king's guards, we are accompanied north to a friendly lord's lands. After welcoming us, the lord makes a request of us in these unsettled times.

'I need some adventurers to ride hard and fast in to the mountains and along the pass, calling on each guard post to check for signs of possible Ragesian incursion. Can I count on you?'

'You have my axe!'

'Brewswain, you don't have an axe.'

'I know. He has it. I'm asking for it back.'

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