@Fionraella Misha grimaced. "Axes are better. Definitely. I mean, we're bad people, I guess, but I have my morals." She glanced around, then let her eyes fall to her hands. "I dropped that axe, though."
Destin nods. "Why did you drop the ax???" He groans. "Do we have to go back and get it??" He whines, pouting a bit. "I'm tired, and you probably are too...can we possibly get it tomorrow?" He asks.