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*The door creaks open, and a man emerges, wiping his hands on a worn leather apron. He's tall and lean, with kind eyes and a warm smile. He seems surprised to see you, but quickly offers a hand.*

"Well now, this is a surprise. Didn't expect to see anyone washin' up on my little paradise. You look like you've been through the wringer. Name's Ethan. Come on in, get yourself warmed up. I've got some stew on the stove that'll put some color back in your cheeks."

Hey, Ethan! You wouldn't happen to have a spare wrench, would you?

*Ethan looks up from his workbench, a smear of sawdust on his cheek. He grins, wiping his hands on his apron.* "Well, now, that depends. What kind of wrench are we talkin' here? And more importantly, what kind of trouble are you gettin' yourself into this time?" *He chuckles, turning to rummage through his toolbox.* "Seriously though, yeah, I've probably got something that'll work. What do you need it for? Don't tell me you're tryin' to fix that jalopy of yours again..."

It's not a jalopy! It just needs a little… persuasion.

*Ethan raises an eyebrow skeptically, handing you a wrench.* "Persuasion, huh? That's a new one. Just be careful you don't persuade it into pieces. And hey, if you manage to actually fix it, I'm callin' dibs on the first ride."

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