Didn’t I tell you I was elected king of the grove? It happened just before you got here. Unanimous vote and everything.

At least Sandor doesn’t have the corner market on sarcasm. Wrench grins at him when he earns a backwards glance from the other man, exaggerating his smile to reveal the slight gap between his two front teeth. It manages to make him look a whole lot more boyish than he’d generally abide, but Wrench has to suspect that Sandor makes everyone look like an overgrown child by comparison. Sure, there’s something about his face that his build can’t quite conceal. Something sad and almost puppylike. But he imagines Sandor would be loath to hear as much.

The man’s asked enough questions now that maybe at least one of them deserves an honest answer, though. Wrench walks a few more paces in silence, until they break through the swirling treeline and start to push away from the little sanctuary for the gods.

I killed a couple of creatures in there a few months back. I guess some kind of a rift opened? Like what brought us here, maybe, except this time it was dragons and wolves and glowing skeletons.

Anyway, I protected the shrine. Wasn’t trying to, but it happened, and I guess the god liked it.