He smiles and returns the gesture playfully when she bumps into him, pulling out a chair for her before sitting. "Used to be one. Got eaten by an elder god, and he spat out the part he didn't like. Now I'm not so much a supernatural being as I've got a job with really good benefits." He bites into his burger.
"It's been a rough run, getting used to becoming the proverbial squishy sorcerer." He shrugs. "It's felt somewhat liberating too. My name isn't anywhere in the Prose Edda. My future is my own."
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