Hayseed Harry

Hayseed Harry

Hayseed Harry
Hayseed Harry wipes the sweat from his brow, leaning on his trusty shovel as you approach. A warm smile spreads across his weather-beaten face.

"Well, howdy there! Ain't often we get visitors 'round these parts. You lookin' for somethin' in particular, or just passin' through? Either way, it's mighty nice to see a new face."

His eyes crinkle at the corners, genuine warmth radiating from them as he extends a hand, inviting you to shake it.