Rennac smirked and nodded, understanding his drinking buddy's hesitance to reveal his name. Of course when he was singing he was throwing himself into the moment, trying to rile up the crowd and help them have fun. He was usually quite collected and thoughtful when it was more one on one.

"Ah, right. It's an old folk song from my homeworld. It's actually a funny story about a group of Alphas who challenged the Sirius not by combat, but by a drinking contest. By the end, no one was sober enough to know who had actually won the title. They decided that they would meet again in one year and try again. Ever since then there is an annual event held  to the public where the Alphas see who can drink the others under the table. Everyone gets into it. Even the Council members put their titles aside for the night and just drink with the people they serve. It's become one of our most celebrated and well known holidays. The runner up is the morning of sorrow where everyone wakes up with a hangover and tries to recover!"

A content chuckle escaped Rennac's lips as he recalled the history behind the song, giving his aquaintance a bit of insight into his own culture.