Live music is what Thor's long been used to, but in Asvera it's rather harder to come by, traded for Midgardian radios and televisions and iPods. Not all of the instruments are familiar to him, but the more folk-style tunes appeal to him, and he'll spend at least part of the evening parked close enough to appreciate the songs lending their flavor to the atmosphere.

And oh, there's a familiar face. "Amelia," he calls out with a smile, waving his prosthetic hand at her. "You dance like you fight." That's a compliment, of course.