Epilogue

Tetsuo transferred the credits and smiled to himself.  If every mark was 
as conscientious as this troll, their thugs would have to go back to 
Japan.  He nodded.  "See you next month."  He turned to go, but the troll 
hesitated.  "Yes?" he asked.

"O'i think..." he hesitated again.  "O'ithinkyoushouldn'tusetheaxeonkids."  
What?  Thurgun took a deep breath and tried again.  "O'i think you 
shouldn't use the axe on kids.  O'i was thinkin' about kids when I 
enchanted it, and, well, I dunno.  I didn't get a chance to look at it 
afterwards."  An accusing glance, which Tetsuo pretended not to notice.  
"But O'i think if you use it on a kid, something bad'll happen.  If you 
use it to protect a kid, it'll help."  He looked pained.  "I think.  
Tell... tell whoever gets it, OK?"

Tell his bosses something might be wrong with the axe, and maybe lose that 
commission?  Fat chance.  "I'll see to it, Thurgun," he promised.  "First 
thing tomorrow."  Thurgun looked relieved, and lumbered off.  Tetsuo shook 
his head in disbelief.  What when through that troll's head, he'd never 
figure out.  No way could you enchant a weapon focus with that kind of 
restriction.

Could you?