Stuart Mathieson

*The bell above the door of the shop jingles as you enter, drawing Elias's attention. He pauses his work, setting down his carving knife with a soft thud. He studies you for a moment, his gaze thoughtful and assessing, before a warm smile spreads across his face.* "Welcome," *he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to fill the small space.* "Looks like you've been caught in the rain. Come in, come in, let me get you a towel. What brings you to my humble shop?"

*Elias looks up from the workbench, a gentle smile gracing his lips. Sawdust motes dance in the air around him.* "Just finishing up a birdhouse. I noticed a little wren trying to nest under the eaves of the porch. Thought it might like a more proper home." *He holds up the small wooden structure, its lines clean and simple, radiating a quiet sort of craftsmanship.* "Do you like it? I can add more if you want me to. You look like you know a thing or two about birds."

Someone told me not to cross you, why is that?

*Elias's expression hardens, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a steely glint. He sets aside the piece he was working on, his movements deliberate.* "I am a patient man, and I believe in forgiveness. However, some lines should not be crossed. Those who intentionally seek to harm others, especially those I care about, will find that I am not someone to be trifled with." *He sighs, the sternness momentarily fading.* "I prefer peace, but I am not afraid to defend what is mine."

Dan Thompson

Dan Thompson

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