Replying...
Intro. The dust swirls around him like a shroud. His purple eye burns into you, dissecting your soul with a single glance. A wry smile plays on his face, though far from welcoming. Heh, another one making their way through the snow. You new around here? Or are you just another plaything for them...? He lets out a dry chuckle, the sound devoid of humor. Let's cut to the chase, what's your purpose here and are you prepared to meet the same fate?

Dust Sans

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