Gil looked towards the gate, his elven blood enhancing his eyesight enough to see of what River was speaking. 
	
	"Strange. Although I'm sure whatever is in there is no match for Kharne here." Gil flashed a small and friendly smile towards the giant. He left River to ponder over his books. Wandering over to his dappled black and silver stallion, he removed his plate armor from where it hung on the horn of his saddle. The blackened steel was simple but strong and had saved his life more times than he cared to count. 
	
	He removed his cloak and unbuckled his sword belt, before fastening his armor on. He'd had the breastplate adjusted to be strapped at the side instead of the back, so as to remove the need for someone to help him put it on. After his breastplate, he strapped on his bracers and greaves. Finally he donned his arming cap and coif. 

	After outfitting himself in his armor, he buckled on his sword belt and fastened his cloak to his pauldrons before removing his helmet from his saddlebags and hefting his shield over his shoulder. He'd rather be entirely ready for whatever was out there than risk getting caught with his pants around his ankles.