To Victor, as he examines the amulet: "A valkyrie, eh? It all comes together! I knew there was more to you than meets the eye! You may even be closer to a demi-goddess than you think!"
"My sword doesn't completely transform me, either. It makes me more me! I become a little taller, a little buffer, a little more handsome...and of course there's the armor, cape, and storm powers. But I'm still Ragnar!"
To Small Fry: "Well, uh, I mistook Valkyrie Boy here for Meghana...because I was drunk. Really drunk. Quite a bender indeed. I was over in Big City downing beers, and on a lark I decided to fly over here. But then I felt something...more than one somethings, actually. Being a demi-god, I can sense these things, of course."
"But obviously Victor's valkyrie-storm-Norse-magical essence is different from Meghana's. I can see, and feel, it quite clearly now."
He lets out another eardrum-shattering belch. Thankfully, no vomit follows.
"But as I said, there was something else. Give me a second."
He closes his eyes and raises Lightningfang high. The sword makes a humming noise, and tiny sparks fly off Ragnar's body.
"AH-HA! There is some other essence...that way! [points to the north] It feels more like Meghana...but faint...or perhaps that's still the alcohol talking...it could just be another mystical-powered person. There's only one way to find out!"
"Would you like to accompany me, heroes? I know I've behaved boorishly, but maybe let bygones be bygones? I can give you all some sort of boon after this little quest, no problem at all!"
Then his shoulders slump, and a raincloud appears out of nowhere. Misting rain falls on you all, but heavier drops fall on Ragnar. Seems his liquid courage is rapidly dwindling....
"And to be honest, me and Meghana have been...uhhh...well...[cough]...taking a break. So it'd be nice to have some friends along for support! I mean, not support, actually, because I'm Ragnar Thunderheart! I speak the language of love! More like...an audience to appreciate my greatness! Yes, that's it!"
