"Wait, hold on. You're saying Fenrir, the Fenrir, CEO of Wolfworks, owns the place?"
The Norse council members nodded solemnly, their expressions like children caught raiding the cookie jar.
"Not just Lyngvi," one of the council members clarified, "the whole area of Armsvartnir is his. And Lyngvi happens to be right in the middle of it, making it his private island realm for ten years now."
But when I found out Lyngvi was smack dab in the middle of Armsvartnir, now Fenrir's private property, my jaw practically hit the floor.
"Wait, Fenrir owns Armsvartnir? The literal Wolf of Ragnarok is now also some kind of real estate mogul?"
They all nodded in unison.
"Hah!" I blurted, astonished by the revelation. "Of course, it is. Because why wouldn't the big bad wolf also be a real estate mogul?"
Agnos swished his tail and smirked, "It's been private property for ten years, Carl. Keep up."
