Given the bouts of unpredictable weather and the shuttering of several of Solvunn’s familiar establishments, Wrench just assumed the little commune might skip its summoning ritual this time around. He never pays close attention, but the presence of unfamiliar faces around the territory doesn’t go undetected. So maybe the ritual is a little bit like the US Postal Service: neither rain nor heat nor sideways fucking lightning storms…

He hasn’t revised his position on being the absolute worst first introduction anyone could have to this place. That’s especially true if their world is equally as mundane as his own. He hasn’t forgotten his own first introduction to the way everyone here can form visible words straight out of their minds, but it’s what the man who grabs him now is going to get, ready or not.

You’re new. Did they give you the lecture?