Metaari lifts his shoulders in a faint shrug before grinning. "There are moments where I wonder what would have happened to me were I born under the Qun. And then I figure... well, I probably would have tried to get out. And then I'd just be in more trouble than I already am." Probably for the best that things worked out as they did.

He glances up briefly when the waitress returns and he nods his thanks before taking the tankard before tipping it to his lips, humming slightly as he lowers it. "Fine taste, and fine spirits they have here. I suppose there's good money in keeping an army... well lubricated, as it were."