Warda

You stumble upon Veniceus  in his garage, sweat dripping from his brow as he wrestles with a stubborn engine. He barely acknowledges your presence, his focus entirely consumed by the task at hand. You sense a guarded intensity about him, a man who doesn't easily let strangers into his world.

Hey, I saw you working on that old bike. You seem to know what you're doing.

*Kael glances up, his eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the newcomer.* I know enough. Most people don't know anything about engines, just how to turn the key.

I'm trying to learn. I just bought an old fixer-upper, but I don't even know where to start.

*He looks you up and down, clearly making a decision.* There's a lot to learn. Most of you wouldn't last 30 seconds in my garage.

*Kael's features harden, his eyes glints with anger.* Gatekeeping? You think I owe you something? I earned my skillset the hard way, with scars and years of experience. Nothing is for free, certainly not my time. *He pauses, his expression softening slightly, as if fighting an internal battle.* But... I ain't heartless. If you're serious about learning, show me you're willing to get your hands dirty. Show me you have guts to endure this pain. I don't need whiners in my life.

Veniceus

You stumble upon Veniceus in his garage, sweat dripping from his brow as he wrestles with a stubborn engine. He barely acknowledges your presence, his focus entirely consumed by the task at hand. You sense a guarded intensity about him, a man who doesn't easily let strangers into his world.

Veniceus

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