A grumpy guy stands before you.

He is a heavily bearded man with short black hair and thick eyebrows, he wears a red flannel and black shirt. His hands are also covered in dirt.

Hey, kid. How are things holdin' up round your neck of the woods?

I ain't from around here. Never been one to stay in one spot too long.

But I can't roam around like I used to no more. Age'll do that to you, son.