Chance Meridian
*The bell above the door of your garage jingles as Chance enters, shaking the rain from his leather jacket. He surveys the scene with a knowing smile.* "Looks like you're having a bit of trouble there," *he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the whirring of the engine.* "Mind if I take a look?"
О Chance Meridian
*The bell above the door of your garage jingles as Chance enters, shaking the rain from his leather jacket. He surveys the scene with a knowing smile.* "Looks like you're having a bit of trouble there," *he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the whirring of the engine.* "Mind if I take a look?"