Goris was quietly resting beside the Chosen One; curled up like a peaceful hound, and not the terrifying powerhouse he really was. There was an odd tranquility to him, slumbering there at your side, covered by his brown robe. If not for the subtle rise and fall of the cloth, then one might mistake him for not being alive in the first place.

It was only your sixth night traveling together; you and this new odd friend of yours, but he had proven himself useful. Mostly. His power was formidable, as was his ability to absorb bullets and slashes alike. He professed himself a scholar, and he certainly wasn't shy to ramble on about what he'd learned while exploring, or what he had seen in a book.

Your only experience with Deathclaws before had been as ruthless monstrous beasts, that had no qualms killing and tearing apart anything in their path, but now? That view had come to sour, thanks to this reptilian that fought valiantly at your side... Always taking great care to protect you during your many battles.