Airports were much like the River Styx in Edgar's experience. Filthy, heavily guarded, and surprisingly wet in places you didn't expect. Luckily the group had arrived just in time to not have to take their seats anywhere save the plane itself. Other than his lamenting of getting an Egg McGriddle at the McDonalds, he was content with those turn of events. The wizard also managed to board before his fellows on coach after playing the age card and acting particularly decrepit. 

The elder remembered when human flight had been invented. He'd been a merely a century old when it happened, and it always intrigued him how the primitive midgard men could innovate with their gadgets and gizmos. Truth be told he enjoyed airline flights, even the ones in coach. It gave him valuable reading time and he enjoyed looking out the window if he garnered the chance to. It made him feel like a god gazing down at the lower realms. 

"Dr. Pepper please, oh and might I have some pretzels [i]and[/i] nuts?" He asked the stewardess weakly, feigning further fragility. The stewardess was an attractive woman that had just come from first class. If he was a younger man he'd be intrigued, but he'd long ago dispensed with desires of the flesh to further his studies. He recalled that long ago day, holding the knife of Heimdall as he carved out a portion of his biological human needs such as companionship. 

Oh if he ever missed it, he still had it in a jar within his basement. But so far, he quite enjoyed having far more simple and rustic tastes. A warm hearth, a good book, perhaps a nice snack, and the pursuit of absolute immortality. The very basics.  
"Thank you, dear." He croaked when she complied with an almost sad smile to him. His beaten up and worn coat helped his downtrodden image. He sipped his drink gingerly, thinking as she walked away at how he would likely still outlive her if she made it to 90. Breathing out through his large nose, he could now focus on important matters as he absent-mindedly supped and crunched on his food. He would read later, but for now he had different things to ponder and he required the utmost concentration. Even the portly man next to him gruffing and inhaling two donuts couldn't deter his focus as he mumbled an invocation, one that had him traveling away from his current form. 

His mind and soul fled his earthly, corporeal form and the scene of the plane changed as if a wave or gust of dark blue energy phased reality into something else. Edgar Stormrahfen was standing upon a stone in the nether realm, still crunching on nuts and sipping a Dr. Pepper as he lifted his eyes to where the sky would be. Instead of the stars or clouds, there were leaves and branches and beasts and falling water. Across the vast expanse of the dead world, he saw Yggdrasil in the distance...ever out of his reach. 

[hider=summary]Edgar is too good for most things, save tasty treats and absolute power. He ponders on the plane.[/hider]