Dorian keeps the information tucked away in his mind, likening the man's former profession to something like a Templar. He doesn't think that will mean any trouble for him of course, different worlds, different forms of law and justice, but it's good to note. He supposes that sort of thing -- his knowledge and skills because of his job and a healthy moral standing-- will be very useful here.

It's amusing the way the other stutters in his disbelief, watching him try to parse through the very real things he was describing. If he's honest with himself it's rather refreshing meeting someone who's never met the horrors he has face to face. Especially in a world that is completely alien to him. It makes him feel a little less alone, in a way.

"Yes, very enthusiastically." He lays a hand on his chest, "I personally do not share his vim and vigor for facing down something that could probably swallow me whole or turn me to ash with one breath, but he enjoys the challenge. Something about taking down a big, ferocious creature makes him feel powerful and strong."

He shakes his head, "For me, facing down such a thing make me want to vomit, but like a fool, I stand there lobbing everything in my arsenal at it to keep us all alive."

He drinks the rest of his moonshine, wincing and making a short, squeezed-off sort of noise of disgust, like someone sucking on a lemon. He shakes it off though and slides the glass forward for more. He'll get the hang of this yet.

"No, good heavens, I would count us all lucky they don't exist here. But I assure you they are very real. I don't know about the gold hoarding part, but they do often have some valuable things stashed about. Otherwise, we can usually get quite a lot of money for their parts, skin, teeth, claws.. the leather of their wings, or their organs. Their head is typically taken to be mounted somewhere in the keep." He'll fold his hands on the bar.

"I personally have only been along for one dragon encounter, and that was one dragon enough for me, thank you."