He looked at her for a second in slight admiration and then nodded his head, "I held a blade when I was but ten years of age. That was how I was taught to solve a problem. I wish now I had learned the art of diplomacy first as many unnecessary deaths were a result. But....when that is how your people are...warriors...it is to be expected. I envy you for using the blade as a last resort. You have my respect." He raised his mug to her and took a drink.
"I hope your Saki is to your liking," he inquired, "my quartermaster buys it. I do not know if he knows where it comes from. I know that I do not know."