"Please call me Orym," the fighter replies, "sir makes me feel old and I am certainly not that." He chuckles a bit and pops one of the potatoes in his mouth. He chews and makes a note to try more food from this odd place....it's one of the things he likes about traveling....all the new experiences he's gotten to have. "And thank you...it's been six years and the hurt is still very real."

He smiles a bit. "Dorian...my new...chance he's young like you...there is so much more of the world he should see before he settles down...as much as I care about him...I also want him to know what he wants and if that's not me...well."