Gideon instantly turned at the voice.  She would see a black-haired boy, dressed in what was undoubtedly a set of heavy leather gear, like something a biker would wear.  He also had a short sword, carried reverse-grip.  "Uh, yeah.  I am.  I'm Gideon, Scion of Ogma...I was told she could get this damn thing off of me."  He pulled futilely again at the collar.  "Argh!  Hate this goddamn thing!  When I get my hands on whoever's responsible, they're gonna wish I hadn't gotten my hands on them!"<br/><br/>He exhaled and then followed Michelle.  "How many Scions are there here, anyway?"