Meanwhile, there's nothing quite as awe-inspiring as a seasoned fighter/cleric of the Allfather raising his warhammer to the skies, and shrieking Esu's centuries-old battle-cry: "Dude! We're, like, sixth level!"
(N.B. The incident referred to in this little strip took place after the Party left Ganesford en route Bymill. Hopefully I'll have caught up to that point in another week or so.)