Sorry for the late response.
Sorry for the late response.
He had already created the playground, now he wanted to explore it.
I knew it too. I pounded her last night.
Nature cared so much about this questions that it gave sentience to itself to think about it.
“I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me.
I’m called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed.
I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.”