[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Ace's diner[/b][/i][/color]

Adam sat at the bar and decided to sit quietly and eat with an absent look but keeping his ears open as he thought over Ace's words on housing, deciding to give the town a hunt for real estate. As he cut into his steak quietly, he overheard what he assumed to be a flirty couple, but a hulking lug of a....whatever he is, some kind of mutant according to Ace, calling itself Rook seemed to be enjoying a beer and he slowly crooked his head at him for a look. He subtly eyed him up and down, between his height and his armor, he was definitely walking tall, that's for sure. Adam got up, forgetting his dish and stood close to this 'Rook' and looking him up and down curiously as if he were some kind of unfamiliar statue, taking in every detail. He then decided to introduce himself, "Hi. I'm Adam Wilford, some call me 'Trails' too." He put his hand out to the giant, "I believe I caught your name was Rook?" Adam slowly cocked a friendly smirk,  "If you're a Rook, I'd be worried to imagine the size of the King and Queen." He then put out a hand, knocking at the plates on his body. "Nice suit of armor you got on. You make it yourself? Not bad craftsmanship. Not great, but not bad either. You ever want some tinkering to it, be glad to make some modifications to it for you. No charge. Tinkering, salvaging and farming are all a hobby to me."

(Edit: Small changes now to add details of Sky's post. Post finished)