It was a custom among southern cultures and orcish warbands in particular to always introduce oneself. A person was judged on the deeds associated with their name, either personal or family. It was a point of pride to reveal who you were and what you'd done. Kogan was still getting used to northern distrust and belief in power within a name: that to know it was to hold some sort of sway over someone. Or perhaps she was some kind of nave, eager to remain anonymous. Either way, he gave the customary bow of his head in response before continuing to work on his tattoos.<br/><br/>"It is nothing," he replied to her earlier question about his tattoos. "Besides, I must do it. One marking for each day of my banishment from home and tribe." He put the finishing touches on the little marking, then wiped the skin clean with a fresh cloth and put his needle and inks away.<br/><br/>As he looked up, he caught her staring, and not at his face. At least she had something in common with the women he was used to. Too many northerners seemed to find sex taboo, whether as a subject of conversation or as a casual pastime. But Sares wasn't doing much to hide her interest, much in the way an orc female would. Although if she were orc, by the way she was looking at him, he was sure she would have mounted him by now.<br/><br/>"You are bothered by the cold. But you wear so little..." he commented as he unrolled a bundle from his pack. It had several cuts of dried meat, some rather stale cheese and a few little white mushrooms. He chewed a few of the mushrooms as he awaited her reply.