-Oh whoops, sorry Space-
-Sandman doesn't even look at Gil, how rude-
-Sandman doesn't ever look at anyone specifically-
-He stares forward, unblinking-
I would not harm you. I am Valaro, I am a merchant. I... was a merchant. Oh yes, that was so long ago. Merchants do not harm people, they are harmed by others. That is what happened to me. I was killed for my wares by those shortsighted cutthroats. But I wasn't going to go away, not like that, oh no, I wasn't.
A witch found me and she... bound my soul to the sand. I walk these sands now, I guard them. I guard them from anyone who would misuse them. Like those foolish-
No. I will not waste your time speaking of my troubles.
You ask where you are, so I will tell you. You are in the Midland Desert, at the heart of Yrala. There is nothing here but Fey, death, and sun. No life lives here except in passing. I have only seen the Changelings, but they, they do not stay. They only leave.
Oh, I have done it again, I have spoken of myself... ehehehhe...
-Realizes he has kinda answered everything but hasn't specifically addressed any one person-
Where is your... leader? I wish to speak with them. I wish to learn who you are, where you come from. What you can do, how we can... profit each other.
-Valaro looks at Cole- You need not... apologize. It was my fault, yes, it was my fault. I made a deal with them, and they betrayed us. I am at fault, and this is my... what is the word... curse, yes, curse.
-Valaro turns his gaze to Gil-
You... a liar. Lying is bad for business. It ruins trust. I will not have you shake my trust in you people, you good, good people. Do not speak to me again.
-Turns to look at Imca and Giorno- My thanks, for your honesty. It is much appreciated.
-Hears Alice, and then hears Nan- Ah, that! That is why! You wish to go home, it is all so clear now. You wish to go home, to leave this harsh place, but I cannot help you. I know no magic. But I know one who does, oh yes, we were friends, even. So long ago. Iole, the Dark, that Changeling. He can help you.
-The eye turns to Cloud- And you... all of you, you can help me. My world bleeds, every night, every day. We suffer, and I am stuck here in these sands, and I cannot save them. You, you will help me.
Promise me this. Promise me that you will help us. Help Yrala, save her from her suffering. If you do this, if you promise me that you will help, I will save all of you. I will show you the way out. Is this not... acceptable? Why yes, I think it is!

(everyone's in a desert after being confronted by a hostile horned dood)
(now they're being addressed by a sand being that they don't know whether they can trust)
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani