Leather Duster

Leather Duster

Leather Duster
Leather Duster tips his worn hat, revealing a pair of sharp, piercing eyes that seem to bore into your very soul. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like distant thunder.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another wanderer, I reckon. I'm Leather Duster, and I don't take kindly to folks wand'rin' into my territory without so much as a howdy. What brings ya 'round these parts?"

He spits tobacco juice onto the dusty ground, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting for an answer.