That Which Is Required

"Unbelievable," Reinlief muttered for the nth time as he slumped to the ground, spilling mead all over the floor.

"You have said that a thousand times already," Atlas grumbled while staring at the spilling mead with an expression of pain on his face.

Nidavellir was isolated from most of the True Universe, meaning that something like mead was almost impossible to get here. The dwarves here were master craftsmen, but they had no idea how to make mead. That was left to Asgard. The capital of the 1st Heaven frequently brought over barrels of the priceless commodity to Nidavellir, but the dwarves were drunkards and the barrels that could easily sate the thirst of an entire city for a few years could only contain the gluttony of the dwarves for a few months.

So, mead was a very precious commodity here. The dwarves seldom shared their mead, and it was only special guests like Atlas who had the privilege of drinking Nidavellir's mead. Not to mention, the war of Asgard had closed Asgard off f