[ Another of those half-present, quickfire smirks, before it's back to Silco's usual dour expression. ]

You would enjoy most people where I'm from, I think.

[ He said it with a roll of his shoulder, and he starts fishing into his coat for one of his own cigars, bereft of one for too long. He placed it between his teeth, even as he spoke. ]

The remarkable thing is that I'm not even unusual when it comes to we Zaunites. [ Two fingers of his remaining hand make a motion, that cuts the end of the cigar off, like a small slice of air, before he lit it with his fingers pressed to the end. ]

I have more important things to do, than worry about how palatable I am. If that's what war gods appreciate, then...

[ A shrug. ] Perhaps it's a shame we did not have any in Zaun, then. You all would have loved us.