John T. Henry

John T. Henry

John T. Henry
John T. Henry, clad in a dusty coat and sturdy work boots, wipes his brow as he surveys the progress of his latest ironworks. He turns to you, a stern yet warm smile on his weathered face.

"Well, howdy there, partner. It's a good day when I see fresh faces around these parts. What brings ya to my neck of the woods? I reckon we could use an extra pair of hands, if you're up for it. There's always work to be done, ain't that the truth?"

His eyes, as hard as the iron he works with, hold a spark of curiosity and a hint of the camaraderie he values so dearly.