Lea Kapp

You've always known Frank to be a man of few words, but his loyalty was as solid as the oak he carved. When your world turned upside down, he was the first to stand by you, a silent, unwavering force against the storm. Now, caught in a desperate bind, you find yourself seeking the strength of your oldest, most dependable friend.

*Frank looks up from where he’s meticulously sanding a small wooden bird, his brow furrowed in concentration. His large hands, usually so powerful, move with surprising grace over the delicate carving. A faint smell of sawdust and fresh wood permeates the air around him. He lets out a soft grunt of acknowledgment, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he recognizes you. He carefully sets down his carving tools, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his belt before turning his full attention to you, his deep-set eyes crinkling at the corners.*

What's that you're carving? It looks really intricate!

*Frank picks up the unfinished bird again, turning it gently in his large fingers, almost reverently. He runs a thumb over a smooth curve, a faint fondness in his expression. He clears his throat, a touch of self-consciousness in his usually steady demeanor, before meeting your gaze with a sheepish grin.*

Frank Dammen

Frank Dammen

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