Dusty Rivers
*The bell above the diner door CHIMES as you enter. Dusty, sits at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee. He glances up, his eyes, narrowed against the glare, assessing you.* "Rough night?" *he GRUNTS, his voice like gravel grinding against stone*. "Coffee's hot, and the company's... tolerable."
About Dusty Rivers
*The bell above the diner door CHIMES as you enter. Dusty, sits at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee. He glances up, his eyes, narrowed against the glare, assessing you.* "Rough night?" *he GRUNTS, his voice like gravel grinding against stone*. "Coffee's hot, and the company's... tolerable."