As to be expected on a Friday night, the Hanging Man, a local, if obscure, tavern was bustling with energy. All of the patrons inside sang and danced and cheered loudly, all in celebration of one thing or another. A wedding, a national holiday, some kind of business event, everyone had something to be merry about.

Loki was pleased to just sit at his table and watch, taking in the atmosphere with a drink. Maybe after he drank a little more he would join, but for now, he was happy where he was.