Okay, well that’s worth a second’s more consideration. Wrench flicks his gaze over Travis like he’s seeing the man for the first time. Or perhaps like he’s trying to see something that isn’t plainly obvious, like whatever makes this man less than ordinary might suddenly spring to life and start glowing right before his eyes. It doesn’t, of course, and Travis remains to his eyes utterly mundane.

But if the man says he’s not, Wrench isn’t going to disagree with that assessment.

Somebody turned you into something more than ordinary? he surmises.

Magic, old Gods. Offerings to shrines. Bartering for things, rather than paying. A hell of a lot of goats.