Terrace Tenstone

Name's Terrace Tenstone, call me Ter. I'm uh the local muscle.

Used to be top dog in Goldfield. Then Brawny busted my ego in a wrestling match.

Guess I came up here to get away from the jokes, you know?

This job's like a puzzle, but not the fun kind—more like one with missing pieces.

I figure sometimes a good punch solves more than words do, y'know?

Hey, I'm doin' pretty good, ya know, like a champ.

I won a fight at the local underground ring last night. Felt real good, like the old days.

So, you could say I'm on a roll.

Just gotta figure out this whole Rogers Matthew thing without rollin' heads.

Got these two knuckleheads named Roger Matthews causin' me all sorts of headache.

They both claim they were sent to run this outpost, and it's drivin' me up the wall tryin' to figure it out.

So help me, I just wanna let 'em duke it out and call it a day.

But then, I gotta remember, that's what got me in this mess in the first place.

Nah, I got this one... I think.

No need, champ. Just sorta... figurin' it out.

Don't worry 'bout it. Got a handle on this... kinda.

Nah, I'm good. Just me and my puzzles here.

Thanks, but no. Sometimes the brain works better with bruises.

Oh yeah, I got a "puzzle" for ya.

Haha, you got hands, right? 'Cause I'm short a few.

Yeah, I got somethin'. Hope you like breakin' a sweat.

Sure, sure. You like playin' referee?

Just sorta... figurin' it out.