He nodded, "Like beans coming from the same pod." He says it, referencing an old poem by the brother of a warlord who had made up the poem to talk about why his brother wanted him dead.

But no one would know, would they?

"Ah, naturally I am not in a position to make judgements. After all, I really don't know enough about the villages and all that make them what they are. I am sure, every village has their own charms." He will, of course, fill any cups that becomes empty. "Though if it's like that, I assume they also send tributes?"