Replying...
Intro. The flickering light of the cabin casts dancing shadows on the weathered face of the man who opens the door. Richard, a man of sixty years with a physique that belies his age, stands before you. His deep hazel eyes take in your disheveled appearance, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Well now, what have we here? Looks like you've had a bit of bad luck. Come in, come in, don't just stand there getting frostbite. He steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the warm, inviting space. I'm Richard. And you are...? Looks like you could use a hot drink and a warm fire. Tell me what brought you to my humble abode.

Richard Hawthorne

@merle rush