This was not how I wished to start my morning. At 4:30 AM, I awoke to Mallory and Halfborn yelling at each other. Again.
I went down to the lobby for a sneak peak at what our fighting situation would be today, and was surprised by Hunding. "Will you do a teensy-weensy favor for me. Please?"
"What is it?" I asked. Usually, when I helped Hunding out, his "teensy-weensy" problems involved monsters, goats (long story), or toilets and toothbrushes.
"Well-uh, just some testing?"
"Fine," I said, "But you owe me one,"
"Deal" He whispered his favor into my ear and I let out a groan. Slipping a piece of paper into my hand, he put a finger to his lips and walked off. I left the lobby, wondering what I had just gotten myself into.
Rousing my fellow einherji, I gave them the lowdown. "Okay guys-"
"And girls!", interrupted Alex.
"Yes, sorry. Anyway, Hunding has asked us to test out some of the, well, less used activities that are available. He gave me a list of the worst ten, and he wants our opinion on them."
"Are they to the death?" asked TJ.
"And can you put us out of our misery and tell us what they are?" responded Alex.
"Okay," I said, "The first is tangoing to the death, and I am assuming it involves large weapons."
"Awesome!" Halfborn grinned.
"That means that we die, you lout!" Mallory yelled at him. Before they started a fight, and killed each other, I stepped in.
"Guys, come on, tangoing sounds fun! How bad can it be?"