Huginn: Across the tundra, we see the lemmings run. They aren't as suicidal as they're reputed to be. But they are tasty little creatures. Juicy, crunchy.

Muninn: Our boy ignores them. I don't think he knows they're there.

H: But that one knows them well.

M: Both of those ones do.

H: Which is danger as well as blessing, depending on which one, I guess.

M: Our boy ought to do something about it. But first, he must see the lemmings.

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