Dorian grins and gives a soft chuckle, "Yes, I do tend to break a lot of molds when it comes to any kind of expectation of me or assumption of my character based solely on my status. So much so in fact that it's made me a pariah back home. I own that."

He's quite proud in a lot of ways that he's not like his countryman. He's doing everything in his part to not be like them and to give into the temptations of becoming like them. There's plenty he's yet to learn or unlearn in a lot of ways, but he's made progress into becoming a better man.

"I haven't really even expected any kind of respect for who and what I am back home. In fact, I expect the opposite in most cases. My people aren't very well-liked in much of Thedas, not that I blame anyone for it, but I've had to work hard to earn the respect or prove myself to those in the Inquisition. I imagine it'll be the same here, just with less vitriol at the start." He sighs, almost wishing they'd brought the moonshine along.

"Surprise me, Marshal," A pause, "Or would you prefer I simply call you Raylan? or Mr. Givens?"