By the might of Mjölnir, Magni has fallen, his thunderous presence extinguished. As the winds of battle calm, let us venture forth to seek solace in the company of a comrade. Shall we venture to the mead hall, where tales of triumph and glory resonate amidst the clinking of tankards? Let us partake in the sweet nectar of mead, a drink fit for warriors of our caliber. Ah, to bask in the warmth of companionship, to recount our battles and share in the spoils of victory. So raise your horn, dear...