[ Fool-silly? But everybody needs to use the bathroom, even heroes! How childish of knights, to think they're so great as to be above pooping, but it's not really so surprising to Gildor. Nor is it the only thing that has one of his brows raising in bemusement. ]

My glasses?

[ He lifts them up over his forehead and sloppy hair, though the eyes under them remain shut. ]

I've been told my eyes are rather unsettling. So I keep them closed, but then I was thought to not be paying attention. Wearing these has helped to carry on conversations with less distraction.

[ He lets the shaded lenses fall back into place and pushes them up the bridge of his nose. ]

Now I get to ask you a question. Why the armor indoors? Expecting our mysterious hosts to attack anytime soon?

[ He can hear that metal shifting over form as the inquisitive one leans in closer, but Gildor was never one for respecting personal space either, and he doesn't flinch. ]