(Sorry for the delay guys, been busy and kind of in a RP slump/writer's block)

After they had eaten their fill, they were brought out onto a training field, where an elf greeted them.  "Welcome new Riders!  I am Faenriel, and I will be your instructor in all things combat.  First order of buisness, do you all have your own weapons?  If so, step up one by one and present them to me!"

Tormir was the first to step up, pulling the axe off his back and presented it to Faenriel.  "This axe was made by mine father as a gift for coming here in the forges of Tronjheim."  Faenriel picked up the axe and looked it over, noting the symbol on the blade.  "Very well made, and if I'm not mistaken, this crest is that of Durgrimst Ingeitum, correct?"  "That it is, for it is mine clan."  "Very well, it is a very good weapon, wield it well and you will go far in this class."  Faenriel passed the axe back to Tormir, who strapped it onto his back and stepped down.  "Next?" Faenriel asked.