Pushing his way past several prisoners, Karnog steps up to the weapon rack and takes out the battleaxe. Iron, crude, and heavy, Karnog is almost insulted with the piss poor craftsmanship put into it.

"This axe ain't good enough to chop a skeever, let alone a skull." He said with a huff.

However, its better than using his fists, even if they could crush almost anyone in here. With that, Karnog holsters the axe and leans against a wall, idly picking rat chunks out of his teeth.