[b]Damien turned the cigarette around in slight annoyance, feeling slight shame as his mishap.[/b] [i]"Blue flame, y'say...? The Martyr. Yes. I knew both Alex Wilson and The Cobalt Phoenix. And I know the Ronin. I figured I'd stop by eventually and say hi to all the old legends... But they have all disappeared with the wind..."[/i] [b]His drink slips next to him as the bartender pads away, Damien removing the lid with ease only to look down the hole of the bottle and grimace. Beer wasn't his thing.[/b] [i]"And what of you...? You seem like a stone cold badass. Are you a legend? A hero? Aspiring ass kicker?"[/i] [b]He says with a hint of humor, his dry sarcasm a clear part of his personality.[/b]