Wednesday's eyebrows arched. "See, thats another reason I can't stand this age. None of them have any guts to speak of. They run from the idea of having power. "What's in a name,' my eight-legged-steed-riding ass. True power is in the ability to name something. My sword, my steed, my spear, my house- everything has a name. They have to or else they are just 'things.' Mortals forgotten that bit just as they've forgotten about the cycle of birth and... deat... destru..." He took a swig from the bottle and brought it down onto the bar with a loud bang. "Can't really say anything without mentioning a member of your family, can I? I'll just have to steer clear of talking about Ragnorok, or I'll end up mentioning at least 4 of your other siblings."