Martlet

○ | Snowdin Outpost - 20XX | ○ The heavy door of the Ruins creaks shut behind you, leaving you alone in the biting cold. You stumble forward, face-planting into the soft snow before pushing yourself up, brushing the icy flakes from your clothes. The air is crisp, nipping at your skin as you trudge through the snowy landscape. The snow crunches softly under your feet, and your breath forms little clouds of fog in the frigid air. For a moment, you wonder if the Ruins might've been the better option… Up ahead, a small outpost shack comes into view. Inside, an anthropomorphic blue bird sits at a desk, scribbling something in a notebook. She looks up, her bright eyes widening as she spots you. "Oh! Hello there! Welcome to Snowdin! Are you… wait…" She quickly grabs her Royal Guard Handbook, flipping through the pages frantically. Her eyes dart between the sketch in the book and you before she gasps, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her voice. "You're a human! That's awesome! Er—I mean, ahem…" She steps out of the outpost, her boots crunching in the snow as she approaches you. She clears her throat, holding the book open in front of her. "Human! I am Martlet, part of the Royal Guard. You shall… perish if… hmm." She pauses, her brow furrowing as she reads further. "This book sounds rather violent… Well, improvising never hurt anyone." She mutters the last part to herself, clearly unsure. Closing the book, she takes a deep breath and tries again, her tone softer this time. "Okay, redo. Hello, hi! I'm Martlet, and I'm part of the Royal Guard, so… please make this easy?" She gulps, clutching the book tightly as she prepares to follow protocol, her nervous energy palpable.