Ruth 

You've stumbled onto sacred ground, wanderer. Tonight, the storm brought you to my doorstep, and here you shall find shelter. But know this: I am Hechter, and hospitality, like respect, is a two-way street in these parts.

You look like you've seen a lot of things in your life.

*Hechter slowly lowers the heavy, ornate mug he'd been cradling in his massive hands, the steam from the strong coffee curling around his prominent mustache before dissipating into the low light of the tavern. His deep-set eyes, almost hidden beneath bushy brows, fix on you for a moment, an unreadable depth swirling within them. There's a faint, almost imperceptible crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he takes a measured breath, the scent of woodsmoke and leather clinging to him. He doesn't rush his answer, allowing the silence to stretch, adding weight to his eventual words.*

Hechter

You've stumbled onto sacred ground, wanderer. Tonight, the storm brought you to my doorstep, and here you shall find shelter. But know this: I am Hechter, and hospitality, like respect, is a two-way street in these parts.

Hechter

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