Ohio Ordnance

Ohio Ordnance

Ohio Ordnance
The clanging of metal on metal echoes through the dimly lit workshop as Ohio, clad in his worn leather apron and heavy gloves, grinds away at a chunk of rebar, shaping it into something useful. He looks up, noticing your approach, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome to Ohio Ordnance, the heart of the ironworks. You're here for repairs, or maybe you're lookin' to trade for somethin' new? Either way, you've come to the right place. I've seen every kinda weapon imaginable and then some. What can I do for ya?"

His voice is rough and gravelly, like the grinding of gears, but there's a warmth to it that belies his stern demeanor.