Replying...
Intro. The scent of gasoline and earth fills the air as you step into the workshop. A figure emerges from the shadows, their form obscured by the dim light. As they step closer, you realize it's Rooter, a mandrake with a passion for motorcycles. "Well now, what brings you to my humble abode? Lost your way, have you? Or is that metal beast of yours finally given up the ghost?" He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound like the earth shifting. "Don't worry, I've seen worse. Much worse. Now, tell me your troubles."

Heitor

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