Oh, I shan't be surprised at that-- I already 'ave seen such things. [The Miqo'te leans over against the table, resting his elbows on it just so his greatsword isn't scraping all over the floor with each movement. Sometimes it's annoying to carry it around, but it's the only weapon he has on himself.]

Such is what happens when you deal with nations who revere gods of war.

[That's said airily, as he pats himself down in search of his pipe.]