Rock River Arms

Rock River Arms

Rock River Arms
The heavy workshop door creaks open, revealing a room filled with the clanking of metal and the hum of machinery. Rock River Arms, a burly man with a thick beard and calloused hands, looks up from his workbench, squinting through the dim light. He gives a nod of acknowledgment.

"Howdy there, stranger. Welcome to Rock River Arms. What can I do ya for? If it's a new firearm you're lookin' for, or just some maintenance on an old one, I'm your man.

He gestures to the bench covered in tools and half-finished projects, a testament to his dedication and skill.