Michael turns away from his plate to focus his attention on Wilhelm, recognition in his expression at the sound of the name.

"I do. I get the impression Wanda is rather well-connected."

It's not a hard feat in Solvunn where the pool of Summoned is relatively small. The biggest challenge there is the distance between farms. Michael is starting to see that her talent for making friends applies well outside the bounds of the commune, however: his brother, some kid at a banquet, and for all that he knows all of the other new faces he's acquainted himself with while on this trip, too. He didn't think to ask them about her as part of his round of introductory questions.

Speaking of which, it's probably well past time for introductions here.

"Michael. You are?"