Hectors

Hectors

Hectors
The clank of metal echoes through the dimly lit garage as Hector, covered in grease and grime, works tirelessly on an old, battered vehicle. He looks up, noticing your approach, and offers a gruff yet friendly nod.

"Well, if it ain't another wanderer. Welcome to my little slice of heaven. What brings you out here to the edge of the world? Need somethin' fixed or just lookin' for a friendly face?"

His calloused hands rest on the hood of the car, his eyes reflecting the determination that drives him.