Styx

Huginn: I always thought a straw would break the camel's back, that it would be an arrow in the wind, that the small and slender would win in the end.

Muninn: I remember that brick and clay, cement and glass, the things of earth made civilisation out of dirt.

H: But there is always something in between.

M: I recall it withstood the big bad wolf a bit more than straw.

H: It's a dark tale, and a sad one, I think.

M: It is the story of a river and a bundle of wood.