"Im not sure if i should kill you for knowing too much, or if i should reward you for being less foolish than a typical being." he chuckles leading the woman to a large  room- later she would come to know this room as his Smithy- The air here was Ho, almost too hot to bear, and there are blades, more swords, daggers and more litter the myriad of racks and walls, like a macabre version of a toy store, for the bloodthirsty and murderous. A massive forge sits at the end of the room with a large anvil and what is nearly a Sledge, with a grind wheel and tempering barrel.  This gremlin has far too much free time. "You can call me Haeson.... Your name?"