Gathered around the conference table in the hotel, I, at the head of the table, and the key stakeholders of the Wendigo Residence Inn all look at Pazuzu with avid interest.
"You really want to live here?" Odin clasps his hands in deep thought, scrutinizing Pazuzu. "You have a life in your Abyss."
"As you have a life in Asgard," Pazuzu replies. "Clearly, the Wendigo has more charms than Valhalla and your shining Norse kingdom. You've spent lots of time here. They say you may bring your wife, the Lady Frigg, to live here."
"What of it?" Odin asks.
Pazuzu takes a long drink of our signature lemonade, flavored with rosemary and mint. "Ahhh, that's so good. Well, if you can bring Lady Frigg here, I can make my home here for part of the time. Besides, with me here, the Consortium will think twice about reviving their campaign. You have torn their papers up, haven't you?"
