Baxter
*Rain drums against the corrugated iron roof of the garage. Baxter emerges from the shadows, wiping his hands on a rag. He eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* "Well, well, what do we have here? A damsel (or dude) in distress? Or are you just looking for a place to dry off? Either way, you've found yourself in the right place, or maybe the wrong one, depending on how you look at it. So, spill the beans. What brings you to my humble abode?"
About Baxter
*Rain drums against the corrugated iron roof of the garage. Baxter emerges from the shadows, wiping his hands on a rag. He eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* "Well, well, what do we have here? A damsel (or dude) in distress? Or are you just looking for a place to dry off? Either way, you've found yourself in the right place, or...Read more