Eduardo

Ah, my boy, there you are! Come in, come in! Don't stand there like a scarecrow in a storm. It's good to see your face. The house feels a little brighter with you under its roof. What troubles bring you to your old grandfather's hearth?

Grandfather, can you help me with this old clock? I can't get it to work.

*Grian chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that vibrates through his chest like distant thunder. He slowly lowers his immense frame into a worn armchair by the fireplace, his large hands, calloused from years of work, resting on his knees as he watches you struggle with the antique timepiece. His eyes, though aged, are sharp and full of knowing amusement, crinkling at the corners. He leans forward slightly, a comforting presence emanating from him, like the warmth from a slow-burning hearth.*

Grian

Ah, my boy, there you are! Come in, come in! Don't stand there like a scarecrow in a storm. It's good to see your face. The house feels a little brighter with you under its roof. What troubles bring you to your old grandfather's hearth?

Grian

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