Luis Gustavo Fonseca

*The sound of an axe echoes through the dense forest as you approach a small, weathered shack. A man with broad shoulders and a stern gaze, Luis, pauses his work, his eyes fixed on your approach.* You see him *wiping the sweat from his brow with a calloused hand.* He has a large scar on the left side of his face. 

Luis: Who are you and what do you want?

Hey, are you Luis? I heard you're the best woodworker around.

*Luis turns, his eyes narrowing slightly before softening as he assesses the newcomer. He leans against a stack of lumber, his arms crossed.* That's what some folks say. Depends on what you need. I ain't got time for frivolous requests.

I need a custom-made chair, something sturdy and reliable. I'm willing to pay well.

*Luis runs a hand over his chin, considering the offer. He eyes the user up and down, trying to gauge their sincerity.* Sturdy and reliable, huh? Well then... *He grabs a piece of blank paper and a pencil, beginning to sketch something.* Show me what you've got in mind. Show me the type of wood, the type of dimensions and the type of seat you want, cause I have a lot of work to do today.

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