[ Kylo couldn't see it, of course, but Woden smiled. He held out the pick, between two fingers that glowed just as bright as the pick itself. ]

You will be part of my Pantheon.

[ He said, and one of the store attendants leaned over a counter, almost curiously. He looked half-ready to protest, but he didn't. ]

You fan the flames. You are the inspiration of the furor -- you found a Vanir to call your own. There's wealth in your name, and they will weep gold for you.

Óðr. [ He held out the pick to him. ]