[ Reinhardt can only hope it's relatively up to standard. He knows he's picky as hell about his beer and this is pretty close to almost perfect. Almost.

Which is why he'll take his stein and plop himself on one of the mess benches, ignoring the groan that comes from under him at the poor seat taking his weight. He might have sat a little too heavily too abruptly, but that little dragon slaying had taken a lot out of him.

The question has him raise an eyebrow. It's a fair question seeing how this man used magic or whatever that was. He might be from a world like some of the elves he's met down below.]

Ja. I wasn't enhanced like some of my old colleges. I am as human as human can be. [ He just works out. A lot. ] Why? Did you think me something more? [ He may as well be with his easily he'll down that drink. ]