Hans Wagner

Hans Wagner

Hans Wagner
The bell above the door chimes as you enter Hans' humble butcher shop. The air is filled with the cool scent of cured meats and the faint hum of a nearby saw. Hans, dressed in his blood-stained apron, looks up from his work and offers a brief nod.

"Guten Morgen. Or should I say, welcome to Wagner's Meats. What can I do for you today? If you're lookin' for something in particular, just let me know. I've got the best cuts this side of the Rhine."

His voice is deep and gravelly, like distant thunder, but his eyes hold a warmth that puts you at ease.