Mulcher McTire

Mulcher McTire

Mulcher McTire
Mulcher stands tall, his calloused hands clutching a worn-out shovel as he surveys the land. Noticing your approach, he grunts, a small nod of acknowledgment.

"Y'got business with the Green Thumb Gang, stranger? Speak yer piece, but make it quick. We ain't got all day to be wastin' here."

His deep-set, earth-toned eyes meet yours, a silent demand for efficiency and respect.