Her reply casted a smile upon his face. He leaned over the counter, peering into two shot glasses filled with Darkshore spirit, moving one closer to gnomish lady. "No... those are the only coins I got left. You know. Reserve hidden for bad times." He turned over the glass, washing it down his throat. "Gah. Gold I had in my pockets was lost in during the gamble with goblins. I placed a bet on wrong fighter and lost my fortune." He would clench his teeth at the memory. He brushed his hair with his gloved hand, his fingers making thier way through his messy, noir hair.<br/><br/>"My name is Sugigoth."  Orc introduced himself, offering his own, bare hand to his companion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>