as you near the door the floor begins to throb.. pulsing with a deep bass beat.. you come closer and recognize pink floyds album The Wall leaking thru the door.. the buzz of power tools plays in accompanyment.. along with a loud offkey voice.. sometimes singing.. others times screaming obsenities..you listen for a moment longer then step unnoticed into the room..
as you have already noticed.. the room is wired for sound.. you are surrounded by the beating of the music.. coming at you from all sides.. the stereo system itself covers the entire wall to the left of you.. with just enough space for a large C.B. station and scanners.. shaking your head you wonder how he can even hear the others over the music..
looking to the wall on the right side you gasp.. it is covered with mounted heads.. evidence of the hunting prowess of the owner.. most are animals you have seen before, or at least heard of.. others you do not recognize.. tho they seem large and uneasy to kill..there is a small uncovered place.. unmarred by any animal head.. looking closer you see that there is the faint outline of a door where one could, or should, be.. but no way to tell if, in fact, there is a door there..
your continue looking about the room..the wall oppisite the door is halfway covered with  weapons cases.. all of them filled to almost overflowing.. with at least one of every imaginable weapon showcased.. the other half of the wall consists of a large fireplace.. which seems to be used for heat and also for a forge..in front of this fire your eyes finally rest on the rooms occupant.. who has still not noticed your presence.. he is bent over his latest project.. the muscles of his shirtless back rippling as he works.. he drops a piece of wood on his bare foot and yells again.. hobbling he turns and at last notices you.. mumbling under his breath he looks you up and down and finally mutters a hello...what can i do for ya?
he goes to a refer and pulls out a beer.. tossing you one without bothering to ask if ya wanted one.. motions you to a stool.. leaning against his work table.. he smiles..
welcome to the best rooms of the house.. the only ones as far as im concerned.. my Man Space.. having stuck round this long.. how long ya been here anyway? no matter.. since ya are here i suppose you want to know bout me..
im a little over 900 years old.. give or take a couple days.. im your basic nice guy for the most part.. sees you look warily at the weapons.. altho i have been known as sudden death to those who cross me..i learned early in my life to carry and be proficient in weapons.. has saved my ass more then once..
looking round you can see most my interests so i wont bore you with those.. i do love to bargian.. most of my tools i have gotten thru tough and fun wheeling and dealing.. i am a pretty honest guy.. but can lie with the best of them.. i hate those that lie for personal gain tho.. a good lie can be cute and fun and harmless.. its the others that bug me.. a knife appears seemingly out of nowhere.. he twirls it about his finger for a moment then it disappears.. leaving you to wonder about the speed and the where abouts of it..
i have gained a lot of usefull knowledge over the years.. and am always on the lookout for another quest for more.. hopefully with a bit of adventure thrown in.. ya got a question? just throw it out to me.. ill give ya a honest answer for the most part... course ya ask a stupid question.. youll get a stupid answer.. i cant help that.. he grins impishly and you have to laff with him..
so ask away.. my doors are always open..  

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