Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

"Better to be fond than to be bitter, hm?" He replied. Playfully, but truthful. "Sparrowbeak has a much prettier ring to it. Nevertheless, Kosar was the one I was given." A light-hearted sigh followed. "Pitiful compared to yours, isn’t it?" 

Oren couldn’t exactly say that he was particularly insecure about his surname, but it still warranted a small chuckle out of him. "Back home it was much more popular." He added on. Grasping at blades of grass was the term. Even so, he wasn’t wrong about that. Having the name Kosar was something that granted you respect from others up north. Not that it mattered now.

"You believe me, don’t you?"