Today was not a good day for you. You were already stressed and then people annoyed you all day long.

In a fit of anger, you shucked a war ax across the room which barely missed your poor husband. The ax hit a wall, splintering some wood chunks off the wall.

Gaelin cleared his throat and looked at the now stuck weapon. He sighed and glanced over to you. "I'm proud that your aim is getting better but please refrain from throwing weaponry around the house."