"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Gall the Far-Seeing. I believe your namesake to be a very intriguing one, and your tribe must have picked a promising warrior to boot." The Dwarf would prove to be oblivious to the Half-Orc's considerations about his getup, having bore its' weight for more years than he had cared to count. It has saved his life multiple times, as well, though that would be eventually demonstrated during the group's adventures as well, without the shadow of a doubt. Gostîm of the Dwarves had, however, other matters to tend to, first and foremost a keen observation of the lynx which paraded around him, but didn't show itself as intimidated by his appearance as many wild animals would, instead.<br/><br/>It was a fearsome beast, making it so that one could only wonder whether or not it belonged to an equally beastly owner. Yet, Eyota, as she had introduced herself, was not unlike the other tribe members which celebrated around the bonfires. She heard the pelt-toting woman raising her voice and referring to the skill which his people demonstrated in crafting weapons, and armor, out of the ore veins their ancestors had made possible to excavate through their advanced methods. He would get closer to the woman, as well as the Elf, giving her a most curious glance, the small, narrow eyelids below that wide forehead of his blinking in Iseldra's direction.<br/><br/>To her question, a small rumble would rise from deep within his chest, until said low growl would morph into coarse words. It wasn't out of spite that he spoke in such a manner, rather, it was due to the heavy inflection in his voice. Even the roughest of clansmen around could tell his Common wasn't as refined in its' pronunciation for more complex terms. "It definitely is possible, though we would need to gather the steel that is needed for that purpose. However, a heavier shaft for a thin projectile such as this would simply slow it down and cause it to plummet to the ground before it even reached its' target. Thus, I would suggest only fashioning a tip out of the ore we would leave at your disposal, as you have said."<br/><br/>Now, Dwarves were well-known for their sincerity. Unlike the Fae Folk, they didn't twist their words around most of the time, though their whims were well-known across the Lands and their tempers feared. Yet, his voice was quite calm as he questioned the Elf about the glances she had given him. There was no malice in his voice, of course. "I am sorry, Iseldra, but I couldn't help but become aware of the way you were looking at me. Do tell me, is there anything off about my appearance? Was it something I did which upset you? Were my people's gifts not enough to earn your favor? If so, I sincerely apologize for my actions and any offense we may have caused you. Relationships between our Races aren't in the best state, I will be honest, but I'd rather enjoy a collaboration than experience hostility. Perhaps you will be able to understand this."<br/><br/>With that explanation out of the way, he would bow his head at both women, and head towards Voran and Gorth instead, taking the older Dwarf to the side and whispering something in his ear, no doubt related to the request Eyota had for them. Voran himself was left awaiting further elaboration on the weapon's qualities should he have wished to learn more about it, at least until Gostîm was satisfied, and turned to face him. "Voran, does the weapon feel right in your hands? Perfectly balanced as it should be, not too heavy...but not too light as to escape your grasp in the heat of battle?" With an inquisitive look and a shift in the thick beard indicating a faint smile, he would await a response from the Human.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a>Gostîm would remain still as the woman approached. Covered in fur and bones as she was, she had a certain savage air about them, but at the same time, her gaze told him that her advice would have been of great use to him in his quest. Her logic made sense, after all, his armor had been built with the goal of offering superb protection, but its' weight made sure it was only ever useful on land, and even then, few could even wear it without great fatigue. He clutched the bundle in his calloused hands, then offered the woman another smile in return. "Thank you kindly, ma'am. May I know my generous donor's name, so that I may dedicate our victory to such a wondrous plant? It would be quite disrespectful not to do so."