Zane begins laughing at his own joke, until he suddenly gets a bit more serious
"I also got a refresher in how the distance from a fulcrum makes loads harder to lift, and I got pretty good and swinging my arms around. As well as a bit of a taste of how far I have to go until I'm a decent swordsman."
Grayell had a couple of projects he had been toying with in his time around camp. The first though was Zane's new training sword. Wooden of course. It was three fourths Zane's height and had a gentle sweep to the blade. He had craved where the haft would be bur was other wise very simple. It was without the gnarls and knots of his last stick though. He handed it to Zane.
This is your new sword. You train with it, you sleep with it, you shit with it - you don't ever leave this alone, understand? The moment you are without your sword is the moment we are done here. It is to become your arm, to be your body, to act as you own hands. It will become a part of you.
Now, I would suggest you gather some firewood. You'll need the warm up.
Zane could see there was plenty of firewood gathered already.
Zane takes the sword, and sticks it through his belt. He sees the already gathered wood, and raises an eyebrow, but in the end he figures that Grayell had some reason to the command
"If you say so, Chief."
He walks into the woods, and begins searching for firewood like that he'd gathered in the days prior.
It seems a little odd, but the scraps and manageable wood that the pair had been living off where nowhere to be seen. There ware larger logs to be had though - much larger. This would require some work. A definite warm up - if it didn't kill him first.
It takes time. Too much time and a lot of cursing, sweat and grunting to drag the log back to camp. Zane is now dirty, his hands are bloody and his clothes are torn here and there. Not at all a pleasant experience.
Grayell looks up as he finally drops the end of the dragged log on the ground.
Huh. That's a bit big. Oh hey... I forgot to tell you, I picked up an axe yesterday. You might want to use that. Ready to get back to training now?
Grayell reaches into his pack. He removes a tin cup and tosses it to Zane.
That's yours. That cup is as important as your sword. It will be your sole means of drinking, of cooking, of water. You damage the cup, you're in trouble.