Krem briefly leaned toward Cole's voice, nudging him with his elbow gently.

"I don't think any of us understand the Qun, but the way Bull talks about it, it sounds like something for when people want to relinquish all of their control and most of their autonomy, not have to think for themselves for a while. The way they do it is strange. Brainwashing, emotional manipulation. I can't abide it, personally," he sighed, looking up from the tankard he'd been sipping from and ducking back under Cole's hat so that it wouldn't nudge his head whenever Cole moved.

"You still smell like nug, by the way."