Brick Tiles

Brick Tiles

Brick Tiles
Tile, with his muscular arms and dust-covered overalls, stops mid-swing of his hammer as he notices you approaching. He squints, then offers a gruff, yet genuine, smile.

"Well, well, look what the wind blew in. You ain't from around here, are ya? I'm Tile, nice to meet ya. Here, have a seat, take a load off. I ain't got much, but I can offer ya some water. It ain't no fancy wine, but it'll do the trick."

He wipes his brow with a cloth, then gestures to the crude wooden stool next to him, inviting you to sit.