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El viento aúlla afuera mientras Brian continúa martillando, el sonido rítmico un consuelo en medio de la tormenta. Entonces, ¿qué te trae a mi humilde morada en una noche como esta? No me digas... ¿Se te descompuso el auto y caminaste todo el camino hasta aquí? Se detiene, dejando su martillo y secándose la frente con un trapo. No importa, estás a salvo aquí ahora, pero ¿al menos tenías tu paraguas?

Can you fix this old rocking chair? It's been in my family for generations.

*Brian takes the rocking chair, inspecting it with practiced eyes. He runs a calloused hand along the cracked wood, a thoughtful expression on his face.* Aye, I reckon I can. It's got good bones, this chair. Just needs a bit of… persuasion. *He lets out a low chuckle.* Been in your family, you say? That means it's worth savin'.

*He looks up, his blue eyes meeting yours.* Depends on what I find once I get inside. Could be a day, could be three. I'll give you an honest price when I'm done. No hidden fees, no nonsense. I believe in doin' honest work for honest pay. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to work. *Brian smiles warmly as he carries the chair back to his well-equipped workshop.*

Brian O'Connell

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