"Not the book you had when we met, one you started here. There is not much in it's pages but it is something." The rest- he wasn't certain. It could be here, it could be elsewhere. The manners of personal effects in this place were ever strange, some arrived when you did and some never arrived at all.

He was still waiting on his hammer.

Twas most frustrating.

At the question, though, he had to rumble a low laugh. "Nay, I ride upon a horse like any other Asgardian."