[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/HDCcvNx/Gideon-Header.png[/img][h2]Dawn
[sub]who the fuck is this[/sub][/h2][/center][hr]
Gideon nodded in affirmation to Asvar's promise, anticipating the dwarf will not disappoint in his delivery. Not only would this mean he'd get a much more reliable weapon, but also that he'd gauge Asvar's craftsmanship for himself to truly see if his smithing abilities were enough for Gideon to rely on for his planned militia. Still, given the dwarf's willingness to give Gideon an even grander reward, the Raam could only wonder if just an upgrade to his spear would be enough.

Perhaps he should have asked for armor? For a moment, Gideon wondered just how he'd look in a breastplate or a full suit of plate. Like some sort of knight, he'd surmise...

His train of thought would be interrupted by a strange, skin-crawling sensation. Looking over, Gideon would gaze at the source of this uncomfortable feeling. A blonde-haired swordwoman, someone he hasn't seen from the village yet. A stranger, perhaps a dangerous one? As far as Gideon was concerned, however, she was just that- a warrior from another land. He would look away, his arms crossed as if he was instinctively guarded from this strange

"[color=95A5A6]Must've been the wind...[/color]" Gideon mentioned, under his breath, doing his best to dismiss the strange feeling for now.  He turned to Sorcha, his stone cold glare easily hiding his discomfort. "[color=95A5A6]Indeed, but I don't believe I'm quite like other Raam. You could say I was... forged from a different vein of iron? Is that how the saying goes?[/color]" Gideon turned to Asvar once more. 
"[color=95A5A6]Speaking of which, I'll see you tomorrow, then. I anticipate great things to come from your forge.[/color]" 

Giving Raelzeth another pat on the head, Gideon would begin to make his leave, although he did keep an eye on the strange woman. Perhaps staying away from her was the best course of action for his own sanity, if not health.