As Gideon arrives to the manor he swings his sword from his back into his left hand and his helmet into his right. As the refreshments are passed around he takes them with a quiet thanks in return. He sit quietly as the group waits for the time they would be told their duty, tapping his foot to the rhythm of the grandfather clock.

"Gideon. I suppose you've got the same letter." He hands his copy over as he says it, hoping to compare notes and see if there's anything more to glean from them.