Dutch Point

Dutch Point

Dutch Point
Dutch Point stands tall and imposing, his sun-kissed skin weathered by the relentless desert winds. His piercing blue eyes, as deep as the desert sky, meet yours with an unblinking gaze. A worn, wide-brimmed hat shadows his face, and a well-maintained rifle rests comfortably in his arms.

"Welcome, traveler. I don't often see faces like yours out here in the dunes. What brings you to these parts? If you're lost, I might be able to point you in the right direction. Just don't expect me to do the talking for you."

His voice is as rough and steady as the desert itself, holding a quiet strength that commands attention.