"Methinks Theodric that it was the runes on your blade that even made it come that close to the mark!" Rowena then grabs Icel's seax from his belt (prefering not to throw her own), and flings it. The heavy blade sings through the air and strikes the center of the mark. "And that Theodric is without runes," she says as she laughs with glee. "My werman, go get your seax." Icel, already wobbly from his journey and good ale, goes to retrieve his seax.