The little room leaves few options for alternate seating, and Wrench knows that settling onto the floor will probably look more rude than chivalrous, but he still considers the bed for several long seconds before settling in next to Iggy. The big man leaves space between them and tucks one leg under himself, sitting so he's faced toward the younger man.

I typically drink in the tavern. I'm sure there's someone fermenting their own beer by now, though.

My "thing?" I guess so, yeah. Hunting, fishing. A little foraging, but there are others here better at that than me. Helped out with construction, some, but I mostly try to take care of myself and avoid needing to trade when I can.