The torches were birch and other bark and bits of dry detritus tied around sodden branches. They lit tolerably easily and held their flame for a good while.
I’d have thought that Stefan’s sword would be a langseax, but no. I don’t suppose I am sure why I’d have thought that. But he’s got a very stout double-edged blade, the sort you’d expect a soldier to carry. It is very dinged up but very well loved and maintained. He’d not drawn it yet on the journey, so I’d not gotten a good look at it until then.
In other news, I’ve finally ironed out the last of the wrinkles in the archive, so you should be able to read through without getting stuck, now.
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