It really shouldn't come as a shock to Wrench that this is the impression he's managed to give the stranger. Not so long ago he was the one emerging stark naked from a strange watery portal, gaping at the faces around him with utter confusion. Solvunn looks a whole lot more like a paradise to him than to most people, he knows that much. But it's not a very dramatic leap to guess that the people here might not be inclined towards progressive ways of thinking.

Even if one of their most beloved residents is that aforementioned shark dude.

This really isn't the warning he's meaning to convey, though, so finding himself misunderstood actually manages to urge Wrench towards a little more openness. He shoots a sideways glance at Iggy and holds back a particularly thorny bramble at the entrance to a pathway that seems to have been carved entirely from the shuffling footsteps of travelers over time.

Nothing like that. It's fine. I think it is, at least. No one's really in a hurry to kiss and tell me about it.

But if we do that, you're probably going to have to see me again. Get it? It's not like a hookup around the back of a bar where we both go our separate ways after. There's not that many places to go in Solvunn.