"That is Dwarven Steel for you, Voran. Quite durable, too. The armor I am wearing is over a hundred years old, yet there's no crack or sign of wear to be seen all over its' surface." He would compliment the tribesman's skill with his throwing weapon. Surely, having many people around with different areas of expertise was a blessing, given the fact other perils may have profiled themselves during their journey. While defeating Mordacious was their end goal, no one would have stopped cut-throat bandits or wild beasts from attacking them when they least expected it to happen. And if it came to that, then they needed to be prepared.<br/><br/>"Then, take any chance to practice wielding Thunderstrike. I look forward to seeing what you will be able to perform using that mighty weapon. I heard it can pierce through even the most stout of leathers, so for someone of your skill...it should not be a problem to master it in a short amount of time." With that, he would turn as a deafening shout was heard. His first instinct, shaped by years of defending the Keep would have been to take up his mace and strike down his foe... however, the noise seemed to be coming from the Half-Orc he had spoken to before.<br/><br/>"Our gifts seem to be appreciated, at least. I hope I may be of help as well." He meditated for a moment, right before he would feel a lithe hand over his shoulder, and a powerful presence right behind him. How could he not have noticed it? Had his senses dulled due to the festive atmosphere everyone seemed to be enjoying? Or perhaps, Mo'Toya had received aid from the Spirits she worshipped and in turn, they had cloaked her presence.<br/><br/>He would turn around as she spoke, looking at the plethora of animal bones, skulls and the fading bodypaint covering her figure. Gostîm wondered if all Shamans looked like that, or if the woman was a special case, even among her blessed caste. "Aye. She is a wise woman, I can see where you took your wits from. I don't doubt you will be a precious asset to our cause. Not familiar with your people's cult in the slightest, but I am aware of the fact you worship nature's spirits due to your close communion with the environment. I would like to learn more about them, should the time be right."<br/><br/>It was then that the woman asked him to show her a set of daggers, or even needles if they carried them. The latter was such an odd choice of weapon, especially paired with the blow gun she produced and presented to him. He'd raise his brow and lead her to the blanket, crouching down and speaking with one of the attendees before rummaging in the dwindling pile of steel boons and lifting up<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.pinterest.it/pin/154318724716354261/?amp_client_id=SODX_-jXtad73tZVSk64iXeQ5GFt1_VHWI9DIXgU9rniStYzXwOvDTceKBxNww1L&amp;mweb_unauth_id=5e30699826ba4b109009fbbeff6c3efe&amp;_url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Famp%2Fpin%2F154318724716354261%2F&amp;_expand=true&amp;_analytics=1*1ptt63v*cid*U09EWF8talh0YWQ3M3RaVlNrNjRpWGVRNUdGdDFfVkhXSTlESVhnVTlybmlTdFl6WHdPdkRUY2VLQnhOd3cxTA.." rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a pair or sharp-looking blades</a>and handing them to the Shaman so that she could inspect them and deem them appropriate to wield as her weapons in the pursuit of the foul Mordacious.<br/><br/>"Those were the last to be forged. They do not have a name yet, thus, you are free to choose what to refer to them as. Be careful however, they are extremely sharp." As he spoke, the woman's odd eyes could pick up the reflection of her neutral expression on the pale, pure steel, broken up by the slit of the dagger's blades themselves which made it look as if her features were being shredded into various parts. What one could hope to be the result of their usage on Mordacious.<br/><br/>The attendee would come back and shake his head, only handing over a small burlap satchel to Gostîm before returning to the campfire to indulge in some ale. The Dwarf himself would continue speaking as he peered into the sack and then looked back to Mo'Toya. "Unless you're capable of turning sewing needles into weapons, I believe those would serve you much better." He'd simply speak up as she continued to inspect the gift she had just received.