Rala was confused by the way he was carrying around the weapon. While the Halberd was definitely a surprise, Rala found herself eyeing the bag wearily. She was still thinking about the hags, even now. The bag had a familiar magical nature to it that made her think of the hag crafts. Reminded again of what troubles her, she snatched up the jug once more and took a hearty swing.

[color=RosyBrown]"A fine weapon, the royal guard carry these. Your father and his father's father would be proud of your...axe"[/color] She said in an attempt to be reassuring. She didn't know if the orc was coherent enough for a lecture on weapon specification.