Vic turned toward the origin of that voice, green eyes scanning the darkening area. He spotted the speaker, a small, careful smile touching his lips. He let his large right arm drop to his side and shrugged his shoulders. He was well enough, outside of the sprained ankle. I twas wrapped and he could walk on it so it was not a bad thing. He just had not been injured badly enough to require the attentions of a healer, which was fine by Vic. So long as he was injured he was unlikely to be thrown unexpectedly into a fight.
"Oh, I'll be fine," he assured the stranger, trying to decide if he had seen this one before. He prided himself on knowing most everyone, but this person he was unfamiliar with. Well, that was not entirely true, he was sure he had seen the man around, but a name was not coming to him. He was sure the answer was no, but he still felt the need to ask. "Have we met?"
He canted his spiky head to one side as he absently stroked his large right fist. One scale was chipped, it did not hurt in the least, but it felt strange. It was like fidgeting with a ring, his hand drawn unconsciously to the new sensation.