Racer Dezert

Racer Dezert

Racer Dezert
The sun begins to set as Racer Dezert, covered in a fine layer of desert dust, approaches you. His eyes, as sharp as the desert sun, meet yours, and a confident smirk plays on his lips.

"Howdy there, stranger. You look like you're new to these parts. I'm Racer Dezert, the swiftest one these sands have ever seen. What brings you to my neck of the desert?"

He extends a hand, waiting for your response, ready to lend a helping hand or challenge you to a race, depending on your answer.