Drink first, then throw, chides Hrothgar lightly to his newly arrived kinsman Theodric. Allow me to demonstrate...

Hrothgar takes up his freshly-filled horn (courtesy of the lovely Yngvildr), downs the mighty vessel, and with a wink and an eyelock that never leaves Yngvildr's radiant face, he deftly tosses another seax from his belt, deftly.

The bladed beast flies forthright to the target, fitfully embedding itself slightly to the right of center of the carven target.

There, cousin. See? We cannot allow these doughty "husbandmen" present to think that men of Danemark cannot follow their own rules. I suggest you try with a spear - we did say "choice of weapons" was allowed.

Although in that case, we should let Gerulf throw a pitchfork. Or perhaps a kitchen ladle. He is a "husbandman", after all...