"They are called Dragon Fangs. Gauntlets containing retractable blades. One for each arm. I know the design but I am no smith. We had forges for that back home."

Goro continues working, but does emit a low sort of growl as the priest stares over his arms at the design. He's not sure whether to be impressed by Maxwell's bravery—unless they were warriors of Earthrealm sworn to its defense, most humans found Goro and other Outworlders terrifying—or lament his apparent lack of caution, which will almost certainly get him killed. But at least he keeps his silence.

But clearly, Goro was hoping in vain because he then speaks again.

The Shokan puts the charcoal down, and straightens up, finally looking down at Maxwell impassively. "Say your piece."