If it were a jest of some kind, the man was very committed - far beyond any point Doran had seen before. Their name was repeated, but the titles that followed sparked a light of distant recognition in Doran's dark eyes as his brows raised in astonishment. He knew that the streets of Rynmere were sometimes traveled by those of impressive feats and conquests - he'd just never really imaged he'd have an opportunity to speak with one of them. It was simultaneously awesome and, mostly, intimidating. It was clear that Doran - the Doran, it seemed - was not keen on sharing a name with him. He had no qualm: a name was merely that and had little other value to him. After all, it was not as if his own carried with it any prestige.
To his question, he reconsidered and offered a polite bow of his head. "'Cooney' suits me fine; I'm not quite presumptuous enough to insist the Hero of Oscillus share his name." He didn't really know much of the details. Stories of such things never held much interest to him - he was far more drawn to the more mundane and quiet wonders life had to offer. Still, it sounded impressive, and he had little doubt there was a tale of equal gravity behind it.
Shaking his head, he needed little effort to speak with genuine honesty, whether Ser Doran the Hero believed him or not. "While it would seem to be a more effective tactic, I act of my own accord. You were, simply put, the most intriguing person I'd seen all day. I like... intriguing." He knew he should have felt a bit more afraid, even with the steady presence of the city's guard, but he found the man's quick shifts - little flurries of chilled Zi'da air - to be fascinating. He was like a cold flame, sometimes gentle and others flaring frigidly. All he needed to do was try to keep enough distance to avoid the inevitable frostbite.
True to his seemingly oscillatory nature, Ser Doran the Hero's flurries calmed, enough he even seemed to wish Doran avoid any necessary self-desparagement. Finding "Ran" to have been a poorly considered moniker, Doran's lips curled with a hint of chagrin. "If it is not too much trouble, 'Cooney' would be as preferable as my given name." He nodded at the man's invitation, clearly uninhibited by the previous chill that still lingered gently on the alchemist's words. "Tea would be lovey! Perhaps you would be willing to share more about the 'they' you spoke of prior?"
Player's Note: Please feel free to assume Doran will follow him into his house and join him for tea! I'll respond to any physical actions you have him naturally take accordingly. : )
To his question, he reconsidered and offered a polite bow of his head. "'Cooney' suits me fine; I'm not quite presumptuous enough to insist the Hero of Oscillus share his name." He didn't really know much of the details. Stories of such things never held much interest to him - he was far more drawn to the more mundane and quiet wonders life had to offer. Still, it sounded impressive, and he had little doubt there was a tale of equal gravity behind it.
Shaking his head, he needed little effort to speak with genuine honesty, whether Ser Doran the Hero believed him or not. "While it would seem to be a more effective tactic, I act of my own accord. You were, simply put, the most intriguing person I'd seen all day. I like... intriguing." He knew he should have felt a bit more afraid, even with the steady presence of the city's guard, but he found the man's quick shifts - little flurries of chilled Zi'da air - to be fascinating. He was like a cold flame, sometimes gentle and others flaring frigidly. All he needed to do was try to keep enough distance to avoid the inevitable frostbite.
True to his seemingly oscillatory nature, Ser Doran the Hero's flurries calmed, enough he even seemed to wish Doran avoid any necessary self-desparagement. Finding "Ran" to have been a poorly considered moniker, Doran's lips curled with a hint of chagrin. "If it is not too much trouble, 'Cooney' would be as preferable as my given name." He nodded at the man's invitation, clearly uninhibited by the previous chill that still lingered gently on the alchemist's words. "Tea would be lovey! Perhaps you would be willing to share more about the 'they' you spoke of prior?"
Player's Note: Please feel free to assume Doran will follow him into his house and join him for tea! I'll respond to any physical actions you have him naturally take accordingly. : )