He laughed, a deep, loud, low laugh that made the bar hush slightly for the volume of it. "It could be that just as many people know and enjoy it as they did in the reality from which Othnar came. The world was crumbling for it. We were certain your music was a Vanir's idea of a practical joke. But you are mighty, even without so many followers. You are still powerful, and any creature which could sense it would see so." He made sure that whenever they ran out of something to drink, that there was more either right there, or swiftly on its way.
"But enough praise! You do not need to be reminded of your great achievements and powerful music! You are now connected to the devil named Satan? How sad. Freya was fitting to take you as a husband once you ascended." He might have been teasing, the playful half-smile coming to his lips a dead giveaway.