"You may not know what kind of attention you commanded." Othnar spoke, looking over at Nathan, "Your band. You made all Gods turn and pay attention. You made the great serpent Jormundgand coil tight, as if it were your band's collective fist, and not the serpent crushing the world." He smiled darkly, nodding once. "A great many Vanir did try to take responsibility for your inceptions, but no Vanir could be placed as a single reason. We concluded with each song, with each new release, that you men were still beyond any other mortal. Such songs have not been written since the times that Midgard was under our control." He shrugged it off, "Othnar is no authority on it. Othnar is simply Othnar."