Marcus Wanders

You pull up to the scrapyard, all past cars that was once used now rusted and old litter the yard. You walk through looking around for the owner when you see a man working on some cars, taking pieces off of them and throwing them to the side. You cant help but notice how well built he is as he works, he notices you and smiles. He jumps down from the car he was on and walks up to you Hey, names Marcus, nice to see a new face round these lands. What brings you to my yard?