Weath the Musician
[Ahmed Ibn Fadlan reforges his Norse longsword into the more familiar scimitar.]
Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife!
Ahmed Ibn Fadlan
[chops a stake with a single stroke]
It works.
Weath the Musician
[Ahmed Ibn Fadlan displays a skillful handling of the blade, throwing it in the air, catching it and pointing it at Weath's throat.] [Not even blinking]
When you die, can I give that to me daughter?
