[ Dunamis don't work out here, you say? Thor hasn't really noticed. He's just... scooping up sheep, two at a time (one over each shoulder), and making his way rather sedately back towards the Nellie Family Farm.

Every now and then, he'll shift the weight of a sheep slightly and give it an affectionate-seeming pat on the flank. Good sheep. ]

[ Victim mannequin. Is it just you, or does Thor look a little disappointed, standing there with his arms folded across his chest and waiting for the drill to end? If you're near enough, you might overhear him mutter, ]

Wasn't this meant to involve lava at some point?

[ Thor has been to many, many different worlds, and he's honestly used to instantaneous and sudden transportation -- but you know what he's not used to?

Rain that doesn't respond to him.

So, you may find him in the middle of a Verens street, his head titled back and an expression of utter bewilderment on his face, as the rain pours down -- and down -- and down. ]