In Wrench's short time in Solvunn, he's come to view this place as something almost idyllic. Unlike many of the other Summoned who might have lives and livelihoods they're eager to find their way back to, this place suits the tall man just as well. There's nothing so bad here that he's in any hurry to escape. Quite the contrary, apart from a couple of run-ins, it's hard to think of anything truly bad happening here.

Or it was, at least, until he visited the island. Wrench wasn't present for the kidnappings, but he's since seen the aftermath. It had seemed like an easy thing to assist with for a man who's seen more than his share of bodies, but witnessing those who had lived through it contend with the amount of destruction and loss of life left over was more harrowing than he'd expected. Even for a man who doesn't much believe in karma or consequence, it's left Wrench feeling like he ought to do something to help out. Delivering the totems and participating in the rituals isn't too much to ask.

The Tertiary Settlement feels almost abandoned compared to the Primary, particularly on the heels of all the winter celebrations. The space between farmlands and the little homes that sit upon them seems to stretch out in all directions. Even without so many names on the list, Wrench realizes this could take a while. He considers the totems he and Erik have brought along, and shrugs at the other man.

Do you know any of the names? Maybe we just knock on doors. I'm sure everyone knows what's coming.