What? It's not the open-palmed gesture Sam might be more familiar with, but another swift spelling. The word twists Wrench's hand into a closed fist, the final T held towards him. Not so much a question, as a rhetorical expression of his own confusion. But before he can seek clarification of his own, Sam's continuing on, and the word on his lips is completely unfamiliar. It draws Wrench's brow into a hard line of confusion, and he switches instantly from ASL to text.

So you don't know the alphabet? Wrench accuses. The text comes, of course, with the signature he hasn't put there, which at least gives Sam an indication of his name and proof of how far off his guess has been. Wrench crosses his arms and stares down at him...

Proverbially speaking, that is. The man stands at virtually the same height, another tally against him, as far as Wrench is concerned. How's he meant to intimidate under these conditions?

I asked if you're new to Solvunn.