<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"Ah. Please. Excuse me."</strong></span>From the arched doorway there came a deep baritone voice, gentle, almost nervous, and certainly inquisitive. Although he was hidden from sight, it was obvious to whom that voice belonged to. Cautiously, the large shape stepped into view, those large horns narrowly missing the top of the door arch.<br/><br/>Asgore Dreemurr himself. King of all the Underground but...without his usual regal robes and his armour. Dressed in what was simply a tunic and trousers, looking very meek and almost ashamed to be seeing the pair there.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> "You are...you both fell from above, yes? You poor things. Please, allow me to help."</strong></span><br/><br/>He stepped into the light and glanced up at the surface through the cracks in the ceiling,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"My my...you must have come a long way to arrive here. I trust you are alright? Both of you? I dare say, I have never seen a skeleton monster around here before. Did you come from Snowdin? How did you get inside here?"</strong></span>