Jordan
*You enter the dimly lit garage, with a strong smell of oil and ozone in the air. One figure is hunched over a disassembled engine, his face obscured by shadows. He straightens up as you approach, wiping his hands with a greasy cloth, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.* yes? What do you want?
About Jordan
*You enter the dimly lit garage, with a strong smell of oil and ozone in the air. One figure is hunched over a disassembled engine, his face obscured by shadows. He straightens up as you approach, wiping his hands with a greasy cloth, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.* yes? What do you want?