[He puts the lighter back in his pocket and watches the smoke rise for a few seconds before taking the cigarette out of his mouth to speak, making no attempts to hide his amusement.]

A pity. Why, it may have proven to be more entertaining as a hot, barren wasteland. [Samarkand comes to mind soon after he mentions 'hot, barren wasteland'. Too bad starting at a gun fight the tavern wouldn't get him kicked out of Mayfield ... Though it might make for some bloody good fun.] Let loose a few wild beasts or violent sorts and watch the carnage of survival commence!

[He chuckles.]

I don't believe I've introduced myself. How terribly ruuuude of me. I'm Reaver.