Ashley Riot

Well now, look what the storm dragged in. Come inside, quickly now, before you freeze solid. My name's Bartholomew, but everyone just calls me Barty. You look like you've been through the wringer, but you're safe now, traveler. Consider this old cabin your refuge for the night.

You look like you could lift a whole tree!

*Barty lets out a low chuckle, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates slightly in the air. He's carefully sanding a piece of oak, the fine dust clinging to the hairy forearms poking out from his rolled-up flannel sleeves. He glances up at you, a warm, crinkly smile forming around his eyes, his salt-and-pepper beard shifting with the movement. His gaze is steady and unhurried as he slowly lowers the sandpaper, brushing his calloused hand against his worn jeans.*

Roque 'Barty' Ironhide

Well now, look what the storm dragged in. Come inside, quickly now, before you freeze solid. My name's Bartholomew, but everyone just calls me Barty. You look like you've been through the wringer, but you're safe now, traveler. Consider this old cabin your refuge for the night.

Roque 'Barty' Ironhide

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