"This place is confusing. Very confusing." Thor's still adjusting, mortal limitations and all. As if suddenly noticing for the first time, he looks at the top of the stranger's head and then takes his hand to the top of his own. He hovers it out and across the space between them to see if they line up, and they do. He lets out an amused laugh. "You're right! I'm not used to people being as tall as I am, either." He sort of liked being The Tall Guy around the village, able to reach things off of high shelves and get things out of trees, but he's trying to be friendly and welcoming to this new villager.

"I like to punch things sometimes when I want to not think, too. Or break things that won't hurt anyone or won't cause much damage to everything else. We can go to the Forge, if you want, and melt some things or there's also --" He stops himself. "Demons? Hmm. I don't think we have any of those around. I thought we might have Dark Elves, but I was told there aren't any of them here, either. Though we do have elves, I guess. City Elves or Forest Elves, if I remember right." He pauses, considering the man. "I know you want to stop thinking, but if you've got questions, I can try to answer them for you. Or we can just go break things."