Soft, baritone humming can be heard from with in the barn; accompanied by the sound of boots shuffling. Stepping past the doors, the sight of a large minotaur hauling hay into the cattle pens is the first thing you see.

Maddox catches sight of you out the corner of his eye. A smile blooms on his lips as he dusts himself off and makes his way to you; the fabric of his flannel and jeans stretching with every movement.

"Hello, darlin', what can I do ya for?"