"Well, well, well," slowly said a voice from the shadows of an alley. "Ain't this a su'prise. And here I thought no one came 'round these parts."

Turning around, you'd catch a glimpse of a man, leaning on the wall and casually flipping a coin once, twice, then he stopped. This man, or at first glance, seemed to be a man, surely didn't seem friendly. Or maybe he was.

The being looked up from his hat and revealed those sharp, glowing pin pricks. His piercing eyes looking into your own, demanding a sort of intimidation. When he acknowledges your form, he tilts his head out of curiosity, but quickly dismisses it and took out a box, revealing yet another feature, being his bony hands. His gaze seeming to be studying you. His funny, sharp toothed smile glinted off his golden tooth, turning into a grin that had been plastered on his face not long after. From the box, he lifted a fat cigar to lie between his teeth, putting the coin away in his pocket

"It ain't my business why you're out wanderin'. Humans are usually one for self preservation. Not surprising, since it's all they really care fo'." *he paused then spoke up, "say, y' don't happen to have a match on you, do ya? Help a fella out?"