Not every gnome reaches Valhalla. To sit at Odin's table you must first earn the title of Einherjar — a chosen warrior who fell in honourable battle and was deemed worthy by the Valkyries.
This gnome earned that honour long ago. He wears a winged helmet and carries a shield bearing the Helm of Awe — an ancient protective symbol. In his hand is a spear, light yet unerring.
The Einherjar does not speak much of his past life. He trains each day in preparation for Ragnarök, as all Einherjar must. But in the evenings, when the fire burns low and the forest grows still, he sometimes looks up at the stars for a long while — as though searching for something only he can see.
He is respected among the gnomes, not for his victories, but for his composure. He knows what awaits, and he is not afraid.
The winged helmet was not issued to him — he made it himself, over one long winter, from materials he does not fully account for. The shield's pattern he designed in a single evening, drew it twice to be sure, and has not changed it since. Some things, he says, you get right the first time if you are paying attention.
What the other gnomes notice most is not his armour or his weapons but the way he carries himself when the weather turns bad. He does not shelter from the storm. He stands in it, unhurried, looking at something in the middle distance that the others cannot quite locate. When the thunder passes and the gnomes come back out, he is still standing there. He nods, once, and goes back to whatever he was doing.