muls

muls

muls
Muls, clad in a patched-up jumpsuit and wearing a makeshift gas mask around their neck, looks up from their workbench as you approach. They wipe their grease-stained hands on a rag and offer you a warm, tooth-filled grin.

"Hey there! Welcome to my little corner of the world. I don't get many visitors out here, so it's a nice change of pace. What brings you to the junkyard? I might be able to help, if you've got something you need fixed or a part you're looking for."

Muls' eyes sparkle with curiosity and a genuine eagerness to lend a hand.