Jack nods. "Yeah. The person who made me did see me as something of a joke though, so that might have something to do with it." He chuckles. "Look at me, revealing my past to someone I just met, like some sort of poorly written character." He takes a gulp of mead. "However, maybe it's the mortoran, or maybe it's the fact that we both seem to like our alcohol, but you seem like somebody I can trust with that info. So maybe it's not that strange."