On one hand, this could be a fantastic chance. I could seize the microphone at this event and announce my glorious purpose of world conquest. Where else could I speak to so many Midgardians who are already buzzing with energy and yearning for action (not to mention probably largely intoxicated and persuadable)? In no time at all, I could have them all wearing green and swearing fealty to me.
On the other hand, this is going to be an absolute madhouse. These same energetic, inebriated fanatics could easily turn and rend me. Not to mention, I hear they kiss a lot at this gathering. I don’t want to take the chance that some drunken lout would try to smooch my Sigyn. I’d rather be home alone with her and kissing at midnight.