A few months ago, that phrase would have had Oran blushing tremendously. Now he's an old hand at slutting it up with the best of them and so he gives a snort and a laugh, then a shrug.

"Same thing. Ah, not the monk-y business, obviously," These arms are noodles, this posture reeks of someone who doesn't balance a lot of book reading with a lot of exercise. "But my friend helped me out of a bad situation, and I joined his other friends to tidy up some trouble back home. It turns out it pays pretty well to rescue kidnapped noblemen, though one thing always led to another."

And he looks down into his cup, reminiscing fondly. Another explosion, another burst of lights that he just misses. "I'm not sure if you'll be happy to know that the only adventuring you really need to do here to avoid asceticism is from your back, but we've all been finding ways to make life worthwhile here besides earning our daily bread."