The abundance of the island has proven to be its own kind of currency, and Wrench has traded his knowledge and willingness to forage for a set of clothes a little more his speed. Amid the bursts of color, he sticks out like a sore thumb in his inky black clothes, but as night approaches and the island begins to darken, the benefit really starts to set in.
Despite the calming effect of this place, he's looking a little worse for the wear. It's apparent that he hasn't been sleeping or eating very much since his arrival, but what really gives it away is his punishment from the Oracle. The gash on his left hand that stretches across his entire palm is only partially healed, but the entire appendage is frozen stiff. Wrench seems to forget it often as he wanders the market, picking up trinkets and waving off offers of more aromatic gins.
When he sees Jean-Paul's familiar face, he gives him a nod. You even look rich just standing there. How do you do that?
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Despite the calming effect of this place, he's looking a little worse for the wear. It's apparent that he hasn't been sleeping or eating very much since his arrival, but what really gives it away is his punishment from the Oracle. The gash on his left hand that stretches across his entire palm is only partially healed, but the entire appendage is frozen stiff. Wrench seems to forget it often as he wanders the market, picking up trinkets and waving off offers of more aromatic gins.
When he sees Jean-Paul's familiar face, he gives him a nod. You even look rich just standing there. How do you do that?