After a brief moment of standing around, Roark noticed the rather timid girl approach. Upon her commenting on his gear, he broke into a large grin as he answered her question with a hint of pride.
"Aye, that I did! Some of the fancier components came courtesy of close instruction by my teacher, but every last piece of machinery I carry is something I crafted! By your speech, I'd place you as an academic of some sort, which suggests, in the context of such a dangerous job, that you'd likely be some form of arcanist, which would be all the reason I'd need to be glad to have you on my side in a conflict!"
After a short pause, he added: "Oh, and if we're going to be teaming up, there'll be no more of that "Sir Dwarf" nonsense!" cracking a grin. "M'name's Roark Ironfist," he added, extending his hand in greeting.