"That is something every man could like. Othnar will not argue any holiday, Usurper's or True that requires consumption of Gods' Gifts." He waved the tender over and they were given more to drink. "Do try the mead then, it is not brewed of barley or hops, though Othnar is quite sure that is something you know already. It is the favorite of the Aesir. We drink it at our great feast. It fuels us for our battles." He took his drink easily, only a bit dribbling out into his beard. "How did you, Nathan Explosion, come to this place? Was it by the vortex as well? It does seem that there are many bloodlines I know well here, but there is no way up to Asgaard from this world."