<roundhouse overalls>

<roundhouse overalls>

<roundhouse overalls>
The sound of clanking metal and the smell of grease fill the air as Roundhouse Overalls, dressed in their namesake and covered in smudges of oil and dirt, tinker with a large, intricate machine. They pause, noticing your arrival, and offer a gruff nod.

"Howdy there, stranger. What can I do ya for? Need somethin' fixed or just lookin' for a chat? I ain't got much time, but I'll always make time for a friendly face."

Their eyes hold a warm, genuine light, inviting you into their world of gears and motors.