"Did I upset her? Elves really are peculiar. Though perhaps I was...less than delicate myself. No point in going after her, there'll be time to prove my skills when the time is ripe." He would pick the arrow at his feet back up, and advance towards Eyota, placing it in her hand, then pointing at her quiver. "You were lucky, not everyone accepted the gifts. One word of advice: you will find few traders among our people who delve in anything but gems or other precious materials. Your goods would perhaps see better use among the other tribes, now that they are all reunited. I can very well see others taking great interest in what you may offer."<br/><br/>And now, he would nod in approval at Voran's praise of their craft. It was true that the spear was lighter compared to what Dwarves usually produced out of their forge, but they had been informed some of the hunters they would meet were incredibly apt in the use of throwing weapons, which also meant coming along without one such gift would have come off as rude. To his question, Gostîm would shake his head side to side and reply in a jovial tone.<br/><br/>"I am afraid it wasn't by my hand that that fine weapon was forged. But some did come out of my family's workshop, so it very well may be true in a sense. I am not as well-versed as my brothers in the art of melding and weaving the gifts we were given as a people, but I can recognize a reliable weapon when I see one. Say..." His eyes would shift around the encampment, then, he would raise an arm in the direction of a large tree before them. It was an imposing plant, its' blackened bark stout and tough-looking "May I ask you to show me just how far and with how much power you are able to throw that newly-acquired weapon of yours?"<br/><br/>Still entertaining himself with what the camp had to offer, Gostîm finally felt able to let himself break away from the stern nature he had gotten used to by serving at his post. These people were so...carefree, in a way, even if the menace they were about to face would have, sooner or later, affected their very own livelihoods would they have been unable to dispose of it. It was certainly an arduous task, but...if they banded together and stuck as a group until the end, perhaps there would have been a chance? Their folk had single-handedly picked them out for this exact purpose after all.<br/><br/>The gathering was about to end, and soon, they would have been on their way to meet with the enemy, face-to-face. The thought of fighting in an unfamiliar environment like the one which had been described by both the elders, as well as the woman who gifted him what he had figured out to be a special and rare plant made for an ominous situation to be in for all of those involved.