"I know shit," is Olaf's best explanation for his oracular abilities. He shrugs, like he shouldn't actually be knowing where any of this comes from. "Every family's got one, even if it isn't blood family. And honestly, I get whatever the universe gives me, and then I..." He gestures with both hands, brows furrowed. "Intuit."

"If you go downstairs and introduce yourself, you might end up with a hammer in your head, an icy hand or two on you, and...whatever bullshit Anders will say," he says.