"Does Grimnir count trees as kills?" Thor asked his companion whilst Gunir continued to chop his axe into a twitching tree. He chopped at it almost redundantly at this point, clearly not hitting a 'vital' area if a dryad could be said to have it. Gunir responded with. "He ESPECIALLY counts trees ye dolt! Trees are friends of Elves after all!" He cackled, and continued his work. Cyrdic knew were it normal battle axes, they would blunt. But Dwarf work axes would stay keen regardless.

Cyrdic stumbled past the two, carrying himself stoicly despite his injuries and tiredness, making his way up the staircase of fallen timber and dead foliage daemons, stepping on them as much as the steps as he ascended. His heavy foot snapped a branch audibly, and he crested and made it to the top of the stairway to see Camilla leaning against the wall. He moved to her and they checked the other for injuries. 

The Grafin spat on the once pristine carpeted floor, blood mingled with saliva. He wouldn't have thought it was her blood until he remembered trees didn't bleed. Then again they didn't walk until now, either. Behind him the Dwarfs still grumbled in Khazalid as the Grafin spoke up: 

"This axe has been in my husband's family for generations, and now its blunted from woodwork. Ah, Herr Becker and Fraulien de la Trantio, you seem to have been worth the money. You and the stunties over there. You'll all get bonuses for this! No-" 

"M'lady, where is your husband?" Cyrdic asked. Camilla's hair bounced as she nodded her agreement to the prudence of the question. 

"That is what I would like to find out." The lady said, looking half mad with her torn dress and frizzled hair, not to mention the wild look.