He shook his head to the bartender who asked him if he wants a drink, "No, thank you... I already drank a lot, I think."
He did not mind the hand that moved to the holster, his eyes were still on the bird that was causing problems around. A dim light shone upon his face as he smiled calmly, making his scar that ran down from his eyebrow to his cheek obvious.
"They called me that..." he shrugged it off as he turned his sight to the reaver, "I had no name," he offered his hand for a shake, "I don't have a name, once again, as I come to you."
