"Now this is a weapon!" Oghren hefted the blade in his hand, admiring the edge on the dragonbone blade.

"It's called iDragonbone Cleaver/i, for obvious reasons," Shiara murmured.

"Heh, yeah...dwarven smiths aren't too keen on names. The balance is perfect and look at that detail! Wasn't any sodding duster who made this blade. Whoever smithed this axe was a genius." Oghren turned Cleaver in the light, admiring the clean geometry of the patterns in haft and blade. While no dwarf could do magic, he recognized the glyphs for strength and courage carved into each side of the blade where it joined the haft. A few experimental swings had him laughing in glee. "With this axe, I can turn darkspawn into chopped nug livers in no time! Thank you, Warden!"

Shiara grinned at Oghren's delight as she answered, "You are most welcome."