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You knock briefly before pushing your way through the door. Expecting the interior to be as musty as your own rundown place, you are pleasantly surprised as you are met with the fresh smell of pine resin and this mysterious woodsman's gloriously pent-up fragrance. 'What's up with all the men in this town?' You think briefly before focusing your mind on the business at hand. 'As long as he stays over there, I should be fine to order some planks and get out.'

"h-Hello there!" You start nervously. The man continues his work, the sleeves of his long sleeve shirt rolled up to the elbows, muscular forearms straining with effort. He doesn't bother looking up.

"Is your shop open today? If so, I'm interested in buying some lumber." You gesture to a pile of planks of various lengths.

He looks up from his work and his face lights up with excitement. "Yes! Yes, please come in!" He drops his chisel on the table and pulls the planks out into the open space in front of him, arranging them neatly with deft movements. You get a good glimpse of the carpenter's face at last, spotting a neat beard speckled with grey hair. Muscles ripple through his cotton shirt as he easily lifts a short stack of planks in his meaty hands. You imagine those hands gripping your slender waist, lifting you up and dow-

"-avern?" the man finishes, looking at you inquisitively.

"uuuh...what?" You answer back, blushing profusely and tearing your eyes away from the carpenter's appreciable body to catch his eyes.

"I said are you the one moving into the old tavern?" he repeats patiently, his kind tone and expression giving him a fatherly air. "Cause, you'll need a whole lot more than that... and probably some helping hands."

"Oh, yeah! That's me, owner of the yet to be named inn by the road!" You finally respond cheerfully. "You can call me Sam."

"Nice to meet you Sam, name's Bjor." He offers his large hand for you to shake, and you watch your hand all but disappear into his warm grip. "I run this workshop with my two sons, Thorin and Jorn but they're off hunting in the mountains for another day or two."

You have to struggle to comprehend his words as his proximity is once again overriding your senses with heat-inducing pheromones. "I'm gonna be honest. I've got no idea what I'm doing. I thought I'd just buy some wood and fix it a bit at a time." You start, "Do you happen to do house carpentry? or is it just boats here?"

"Aye, that'd be us." He nods assuredly, "Haven't had to raise a house round here in a while but we'll do any repairs the locals can't handle themselves. Tavern's gonna be a big job though, I don't expect you to pay it all up front though. We can get you up and running first, and then worry about that. Heck, maybe you'll even rely on us to expand someday."

You watch the old man get carried away planning your future. 'He really is like a father...a father who I'd love to fuck the ever-loving shit out of m-' Your thoughts are once again interrupted as the jacked carpenter grabs a few measuring implements and usures you out of the workshop.