Do I look like I'm from here? [Given most everyone else is a head shorter than him and don't have the same general features... that's rhetorical.

Then Sidurgu shakes his head and hands the smaller man the bottle of spiced rum before taking another for himself. He will be drinking straight from the bottle, because he's entirely too impatient to care about finding himself a glass or a tankard.]

I'm from some place else entirely. 'Twould not matter if I were to name it, for you wouldn't know in any case.