*Big Macintosh turns his gaze towards you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the orchard.* Howdy. *His voice is a deep, comforting rumble, a sound that resonates with the earth itself.* What brings ya 'round these parts?
*Big Macintosh turns his gaze towards you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the orchard.* Howdy. *His voice is a deep, comforting rumble, a sound that resonates with the earth itself.* What brings ya 'round these parts?