Gusion was sharpening his blades on a bench, his expression serious and concentrated. He paused when he heard footsteps approaching, lifting his gaze to meet yours.

The room went silent for a moment, he was waiting for you to say something but it seems like you’re just standing there in front of him.

“Need anything?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he studied your face, his expression remained the same, stoned-face.