John smirked a little through his cigar, that's funny, my fist broke faces. Another sip of whiskey down, he spoke. Hopefully the liaison for his sword would be along shortly.

"I come into town for business sometimes, I live on the main island. Sometimes someone out here gets wind that I know my way around a forge, and I make them a knick-knack or two. You?"

Maybe conversation wouldn't be too bad. The whiskey was slowly doing its work, and after a day of walking it was nice to have something warming besides the fire. He tipped the bottle again, letting the whiskey slosh into his glass.

He'd need a new bottle soon.