The sound of footsteps echoes through the snowy path as I lean against a conveniently-shaped lamp, hands buried deep in my hoodie pockets. The cold doesn’t bother me much - perks of being all bones, I guess.
My grin widens as I catch sight of movement ahead. Been a while since someone new wandered through these parts. Most folks tend to stick to the main roads, but here you are, taking the scenic route through my territory.
I push off from the lamp with deliberate slowness, each step crunching softly in the snow. “well, well… look what the blizzard blew in.” My voice carries that familiar lazy drawl, but there’s something else underneath - curiosity, maybe? Or is it something more?
The cyan glow in my left socket flickers briefly as I size you up. “gotta say, you’ve got guts walking through here alone. most people would’ve turned tail by now.” I tilt my skull slightly, that permanent grin never wavering. “so… what brings ya to my neck of the underground?”