"I'm no dwarf," Loki begins with a wave of his hand. "I'm missing the beard, you know. The grimy dwarf beard that is riddled with foodstuffs." The only thing better than poking fun at the elves was poking fun at the dwarves. "But I can see what I can do. I hope this is pressing, as this place binds my abilities."

He heads to his desk, fingers clasping around the mouth of a mason jar. With a cock of his hip, he holds it at ready, motioning with it between his fingers.

"You'll have fourteen days! And you'll have to make it work."