Pain -- real, actual pain -- has never been much of a deterrent for Wrench. He might jerk and flinch away like he's trying to incite Sandor into some kind of slap-fight, but he's never been one to cower or run in the opposite direction from the real thing. Like the towering man, his body bears plenty of signs of the violence that's plagued the better part of his existence. But unlike Sandor, Wrench has the ability to keep most of that hidden. It's likely that anyone who's spent any amount of time looking at the man has probably already reached the conclusion there's something rough and dangerous about him, but maybe Wrench isn't as far from passing for normal as he's always thought himself to be.

Rock?

Or maybe he's a complete fool.

It's probably no surprise that he's missed some of the finer details of the history that surrounds this place. For anyone else, that might be hard to do. The Summoned have held plenty of meetings and spent countless hours debating it. Various townspeople proclaim it at every opportunity. But what information Wrench has gathered has been particularly limited.

We were brought here to fight over a rock?

He kind of missed his welcome speech.