The one thing that Pounder regretted more than anything else about his leaving Alerar was that he had lost his cleaver. Being stuck in the Salvarian snow without a weapon was one thing, but being without his most prized belonging was another thing all together.

Now, as he stumbled through the winter, he a handle looking up at him. He reached towards it, and it appeared in his hand. He smiled. This was fortunate. The cleaver seemed to have developed an immediate telepathic bond with the cat man, and as he experimented with it, he found that as long as it stayed within three feet of him, he could control it at will.

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