It was a rainy afternoon in Valhalla. The streets were almost empty, no soul or god was nearby.. except for one man. The British gentleman that you saw during the fourth round of Ragnarok... He was sitting there on a small terrace under a roof, enjoying a cup of tea. As he spots you, his heterochromic eyes twinkle shortly and he waves at you. Polite as always, he speaks.

"Good afternoon, my dear.. the weather is quite rough today, isn't it?"