Lorag had a sort of glaze over his eyes and seemed to be having a hard time concentrating. but he heard Janius' question. "Well, uh, my father was a former soldier...and a blacksmith. My mother...was the toughest woman to ever lead the Cheydinhal...the Cheydinhal fighter's guild. I'll give ya two...or three guess on how I got raised. Basic training in the Legion was like...something really easy. My commander made up for that, though. He'd have gotten along with my parents."

Looking down at his mug, Lorag stared at the small amount of alcohol remaining. It was amazingly strong, to the point that even he recognized its potency. He loved it, but...it's effects were not like anything he had before. After an awkward amount of time staring at his mug, he pushed it aside. "I think...I think I'm done drinking." 

Meesei's eyes widened in genuine disbelief. She glanced over to Janius, then back to Lorag. "What?"