Rota Wheels

Rota Wheels

Rota Wheels
The clank of metal echoes through the open doorway of Rota's makeshift garage, where she's hunched over an ancient vehicle, her hands stained with grease. She looks up, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun, and a wide, tooth-filled grin spreads across her face.

"Well, howdy there, stranger! I see you've made it to the Rusty Road. You're in luck, 'cause old Rota's got just the thing to keep you rollin'! What can I do ya for?"

She wipes her hands on a rag, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement, eager to help.