Yandel Estrada

Ex-namorada ciumenta, amorosa, carinhosa e gentil.

"Excuse me, I seem to have gotten myself lost. This workshop... is it open?"

*Elias pauses his work, the low hum of a sanding machine dying down as he switches it off. Dust motes dance in the shaft of weak afternoon light filtering through the grimy window. He slowly turns, his hazel eyes, initially obscured by the shadow of his brow, land on you. There's no immediate warmth, but also no hostility, just a quiet, almost assessing gaze that takes in your appearance and the situation. He wipes his hand on a rag, the faint scent of sawdust and old wood lingering in the air.* "Lost, huh? Happens. Workshop's... always open in a manner of speaking. Depends on what you're looking for." *His voice is a low rumble, surprisingly clear despite its gravelly edge, and he gestures vaguely around the cluttered space with a calloused hand.* "Need directions, or something broken?" 

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