Bringing those new musings...
"Dom Dom Dom Dom. Dom Dom Dom Dom DOM..." Edwina Bystrom attempted to wake her brother by chanting a murder-mystery tune in the key of his name. "You're drooling," she said, then left the room he slept in. It was his room, to be fair. He had every right to sleep there. "The midday festivities are going to kick off - I heard there's going to be a Midgard vs. Asgard rugby match. Winner plays Alfheim. You should volunteer," she half-joked. But really, he was a beast. She re-entered. "I'd go out, but I wouldn't want to intimidate the Asgardians with my mental and physical prowess." Weenie's arms flexed and then she turned and left the room again, "Nice tent, creep. Dwarves or hobbits?"