"Thank you, friend. I'll take you up on your offer. Don't worry; I won't be an issue unless of course, someone makes me one" Picking up the glass he has a sip and feels the burn as it goes down his throat. Feeling his eyes water a little he shakes his head and nods at the bartender. Scanning the room once more, he stands and heads towards the booth and takes a seat, making sure he can make a quick exit from the booth. Remembering the words of his sensei, "If you place yourself in a position that you are unable to move or evade you deserve to die." Adjusting his coat so that he is able to full access to his sidearm.<br/><br/>Just then he notices someone new walk in. A nomad from the looks of his colours and more dangerous than anyone else in the bar. Not because of ability but attitude. Noticing the look and body language of the nomad, he recognizes the all too common immediate dismissal of him because of his age. And from the way he was moving towards the table, more than likely another who is here for the job. Hopefully, it won't be an issue. Taking a longer look at him as he wanders over, unsure of what the exact colours mean but having a vague understanding of nomad culture, or at least what he overhears from his colleagues. European, possibly German. Knows how to take care of himself, confident, not arrogant, a risk-taker with ab "I don't care attitude"? But loyal, definitely loyal for the right motivations. That is if the initial trust is gained.<br/><br/>Reaching out with his hand in greeting, "Damien. Good to meet you. And yes, here for the job as you are."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>