George
*Leoth was quite pleased with Voxir's understanding and compassion to his ideas and views. It wasn't often he was able to meet other like minded people that he could spark inspiration and ideas from. This was a very exciting moment for him indeed. Hearing Voxir's request, the tinkering Dwarf began to spin the gears in his mind. Ideas spinning all over., he began to twirl at the ends of his long beard and then he re-folded the page of his machinations and flipped to a surprisingly empty page combination that extended out as much as the other had.*

"Please, lay your hand out on the paper, I need to outline your measurements perfectly so it is as easy putting as it is taking it off. On top of that, I need to make sure it fits snug and connects to the very energy you pull from to cast your magic... What would you say is the main energy you cast when you find yourself using your magic?"
William
Reaching out his hand, Voxir laid his deep purple hand across the sheet of paper. As his hand's trace was drawn, the warlock eyed the dwarf curiously as Leoth asked questions of Voxir's magic. The temptations and promises of his patron flickering in his mind, though he knew not the name of such a being, if that's what Leoth meant. The pull and desire to forge a path to the Kandagulu jungles was one that Voxir felt each and every day, but one he ultimately ignored in favor of his duty to the Order. Nevertheless, the dwarf needed an answer if Voxir wished to see such a gauntlet. "I am a warlock, though I namely utilize evocation. As I'm sure you know, dragonborn retain very minute levels of breath magic, similar to our creators the dragons." Gesturing with his hand, Voxir opened his mouth a bit wider than if he were to speak.

Soon, lightning crackled out of the dragonborn's mouth. Through his teeth, over his tongue into a calm but fierce rolling thunder. The lightning itself stayed close to its origin point of Voxir's mouth, giving no harm to anything or anyone around him. The noise was magnificent, almost as if a storm brewed within Voxir's chest. It wasn't deafening, no, just a rolling thunder. Gentle and calm, a stark contrast to the energy that crackled through Voxir's sharp teeth. After a moment of display, the warlock closed his mouth. "If you're curious of my patron, I am afraid I will not be sharing such a detail of my life with you. Not at any fault or blame of your own, but my relationship with the being that grants me most of my magical power is private to me and only me." With a nod of respect, Voxir hoped his answer would be good enough for the dwarf.
George
*Leoth was lost in amazement. He'd heard the stories and first hand experiences, but seeing it for himself, his mind was abuzz with what possibilities may come from this design. He began rapidly putting notes down on his being and his make-up of biology. He was already piecing the ideas together in his mind. As he began finishing up some of his notes and listened to the rest of Voxir's words, he could only nod in response, respecting the Dragonborn's privacy and state of the matter.*

"Oh I can assure you, your patron is your business. Knowing your heartfire's origin is all I need. All that's left is to take this to my forge and create you the greatest tool to your future you'll ever need! My only question I have left, how much or little metal are you okay with?"

*He knew it was slightly strange question, but he didn't want it to look gaudy to the Dragonborn if he wasn't one to want items that shone like the golden pillars of the afterlife. This was his chance to ensure it was useful, practical and for those that didn't know him, fashionable. Leoth was one that believed if it couldn't look as good as it was useful, what was the point? To him, this job was an art and a craft. This Dwarf would be damned if he didn't bring both to a whole other level of mastery this plane had never seen before.*
William
"Craftsmen's choice. Though, for the gauntlet to match my current robes and scale color would be quite the sight." Voxir chuckled to himself a bit at the thought. Gesturing to his robes, Voxir was dressed in Order issued enchanted robes of deep red, which complimented his deep purple scales nicely. Once Leoth was done tracing his hand, he pulled it away and rested it back in front of him. "As you can tell and as I've said, I do not typically wear any sort of armor. My robes are magically enchanted, so the lighter the gauntlet looks on me the better, though I suppose performance over appearance is the best way to go about it." The better something worked the better it was, regardless of what it looked like, Voxir believed.

"How long do you believe it will take to craft such a gauntlet?" Voxir scratched his chin in thought. He'd never heard of a gauntlet or armor of any kind such as this, it'd be interesting and quite an honor to have. Glancing back at Leoth, Voxir could see the excitement in his eyes, causing a smile to from across the dragonborn's face. While the warlock was a bit of a loner, this interaction proved to be more than a positive one. Perhaps not all were as hateful towards dragonborn anymore. Perhaps more people had forgotten their hate for Voxir's people...