“Hold!” Dale commanded. “What is your name?” The warhammer came to rest on the ground. “My name? I bear the name of my father and my father’s father, for generations uncountable. We are the mighty hunters of the frozen north, giants among the men of humanity. I am what you call a ‘barbarian’,” He lifted his chin disdainfully. “I am the warrior known as Tom.” “Tom,” Hans sputtered. “Your name is Tom. All that build up and your name is Tom.” Tom squinted at him meaningfully, “Is this an issue?”
