Thankfully the sight of the manor started growing larger ahead of us, because another ten minutes carrying the halberd probably would've finished separating my shoulder from the rest of my body.
I adjusted the weapon against my back again while we walked the final stretch up the road, the heavy axe head dragging just enough weight behind every movement to stay consistently annoying.
Valka watched me shift my grip before a laugh slipped out of her. The dark coat hanging around her shoulders swayed behind her as she walked beside me through the evening breeze.
"You have adjusted that thing at least twenty times since we left town." She poked fun at me, letting out a loud laugh after. "I can carry it for you…"
"It keeps changing weight when I'm not looking and nothing says 'manly' like having a woman carry my heavy ass weapon…" I rolled my shoulder carefully after the rear hook clipped awkwardly against my side again. "I swear the damn thing gets heavier every minute."
