[b]The man lit his cigarette and but down on the butt end, looking over the lighter as he spoke.[/b] [i]"I have many names... Sorta. I like Damien the best... But you can also call me Judge or Lordan."[/i] [b]Damien turns to Sakuret, his eyes searching him carefully, looking over his size, shape, gear... Not really out of interest, but out of habit.[/b] [i]"What about you...? Name or nicknames...?"[/i] [b]He asks, motioning for the bartender to fetch him a bottle on one of the shelves. A simple beer. If Damien was going to chat, he'd at least stay half conscious.[/b]