Luna’s last comment was what broke Mimir’s patience.
“Enough, Luna. There is a time and place for accusations, but this is not one of them. The Dagda has welcomed us in and we have done enough to test his patience.”
Taking another sip of wine, he looked to Fenrir with unwary intent.
“Perhaps he would be so generous to answer your question if asked with less teeth. Do you know of the man she speaks of, wolf?”
It seemed odd, moments ago ready to fight to the death, now asking questions and fighting for civility.

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