Splinters a door

The truth was that Nessa was worth the least of all, but her sale would allow me to fulfill my duties under the law of bindos. A trade is a trade, and I always keep my word, so I shrank to human size and, with one almighty blow of my left hand, struck the front door.

The wood splintered, the house shook, the lock shattered, and with a groan, the old door swung back upon its hinges. Then, without waiting for an invitation, I stepped across the threshold and climbed the wooden stairs.

B11 C2