Rorick
Gambit had arrived right on time. The big man walked right up to me and shook my hand before gently patting Ryl’s.
“Now, I’m sorry for the mess, and I will come in to get the stove hooked up right away.” He warned before leading us onto a half-finished porch around the back of the house. He had caution tape blocking the front door and had torn down the porch. I could smell sawdust and metal as we lingered outside, waiting for him to pull out his keys. I could see extensive work he had already completed on the roof and the door itself, and the frame looked pristine. The man took pride in his work and seemed to truly love it.
“You’ve already replaced quite a bit,” I noted. He nodded as he found the correct key from the multiple on the ring.
“This place had been foreclosed. The pre
