Oðinn sits in his high seat Hliðskjálf, brooding, obviously in a very foul mood, and summons Brynhild, his loyal Valkyrie. One look in his face is sufficient for her, she grasps immediately what this is about.

You suppose I should go there again? Sigh, I gather you are right… the last warning was not strong enough obviously… I am on my way!

And off she is… once again floating swiftly through the air towards Miðgarðr. The towering Valkyrie enters the hall of the Red Boar and speaks with a thundering voice:

Patrons of the Red Boar! I come as messenger of the High One who is deeply annoyed by the ignorance you have shown towards the Gods. You were given support in your hour of need but you have not given the Gods what is theirs in return. If you don't do so soon, we will take our share.

She has a quick look around, taking the entire scenery in. Some males are about to fight. The place is brimming with testosterone.

I see several very decent warriors around. Some of you would make a nice addition for Valhall… So be warned. The next time I come, I will not leave alone.

She turns around - a flash of a lightning, and the next moment she is gone, leaving only a faint smell of sulphur behind.