Sir Owain... he could definitely get used to that. It had a nice, heroic ring to it. As one of Exalted blood he was entitled to honours well above 'sir', of course, but it was rare that anyone called him anything other than just Owain.

Or 'that weirdo'. So yes, 'sir' was a huge step up. He ought to get along very well with Fuu, he thought with a smile.

"Hmm, yes, I suppose there will be time for the telling of tales later," he conceded with a solemn nod--and no small amount of disappointment. "As this realm's chosen champions, we have a sacred duty to set right the wrongs that have wronged her fair subjects. ...Once we figure out what those wrongs are." He considered for a moment. "If we could locate some native tree-dwellers, perhaps they could shed some light on the nature of our quest..."

...A shame the only natives he'd seen so far were bugs.