Hiding his confusion behind a mask of solemness, he shrugged. "I don't know of a beheaded old man who can talk, either."
The severed head frowned. Had the world forgotten him after mortals and gods once sought his wisdom?
"That's... sad." He recovered in the blink of an eye, his lips curving into a warm smile. "Let me introduce myself then. I'm Mimir, and you're the first to visit my well in the last fifty thousand years. I hope we can have a delightful discussion, new friend."
Adam scratched his head as he approached, then sat in front of it. Who was Mimir? Aside from the affluent gods and their nemesis, he knew nothing about the Northern pantheon.
Still, he nodded at the man and returned the introduction.
"I'm Adam, and I need a few minutes out of the tundra to sort a few things. I'll leave right after."
