[ Dori's seen paladins in similar armor, but it's still odd they'd be in it running around the base. He tilts his head slightly, and puts down the slice of buttered toast he was midway through eating. On second thought, he puts the toast down on the ground and his fat, round, googly-eyed bird companion squawks and starts eating it.

Dusting off his crumb-coated hands, he offered one massive, calloused hand to shake. ]

Doeranka Agatbraenasyn, but 'veryone calls me Dori.