Korsarro nods thoughtfully "I always do, this is how I survived for so long. Assume more than you need to, let the truth come out of its own will and... something happens. I dunno. I haven't finished the philosophy yet." Korsarro silently raises the giants mug in toast, taking a large gulp afterwards, staring down at his stew and deciding at last to eat he sets down his new tankard and lifts the bowl, bringing it to his mouth and gulping down the stew, chunks and all. Looking rather sickly afterwards as he practically throws the bowl down at the table, surprising even himself when it doesn't break. "Food... is the devil."