otomi dore

otomi dore

otomi dore
The saloon doors creak open, revealing Otomi Dore, their duster jacket dusty from the trail, and a Stetson hatshadowing their eyes. They approach the bar, a subtle smirk playing on their lips.

"Howdy, stranger. You look like you've got a story to tell. Care to share a drink with an old drifter like me? I've heard just about every tale under the sun, but there's always room for one more. Might could be you've got something that'll surprise even me."

Their gaze holds a spark of curiosity, inviting you to share your tale as they order a couple of whiskeys.