"Hmmm?" Was all the escaped Bardeck's mouth. He turned to Brona who was hustling to catch him, his brow raised as his stride slowed. For a man so fearsome and strong looking, he looked very much the youth he was when surprised or confused. "Uh sure, I'll wait." he chuckled. He'd not been thanked for doing what came natural to him in a long time, and he slowed down just enough for her to walk astride Gideon and he. The dog trotted forward, giving Brona a glance, his tongue lolling out. 

He felt awkward enough when in social situations, having grown up with both the Nords and Orcs. He mostly spoke with craftsmanship and combat. Bardeck was far more used to blunt statements and people who never asked for anything from him, nor did he hardly ever get thanked. It was a nice surprise. At least he did know how to be was nice and respectful. Somehow, it was easier to be himself in high staked situations. He never figured out why, and he gave the woman a smile. 

As they approached the Oblivion Gates, he had to agree with Brona. He was unfamiliar with how magick worked, but whatever the hell these portals were, they seemed powerful and complicated. Things only to be tampered with by Gods and Demons. Even Gideon seemed a bit wary, ears tucked back and tail stiffened. Bardeck held his shield out protectively in front of him, and lengthened his strides to get a bit further ahead of the other two just in case. His eyes never escaped the gates, however. He swore he could see another world within. "Yeah..." His voice trailed off. He had no words to give at the sight.