If any sort of surprise crossed his mind, Gideon did well to conceal it. His face remained unchanged when Anara brought out the map. Truth be told, he'd heard about rumours about them more times than he'd cared for. Gideon tuned out of the conversation, as he did regularly, and looked around the room once more. The stone surrounding him once again provided him with a sense of security. Lysander's presence equaled the comfort the cavernous environment gave Gideon. Gideon could feel the childlike excitement that boiled inside Lysander during the act of tunneling. Gideon's eyes rested on each face in the room. Honestly, he hoped he made some of them a bit uneasy. He'd stare for a bit and move on to another in the room when he spotted Oberon. He was aware of the rivalry Oberon had formed in his mind, but Gideon honestly didn't think anybody compared to him. Possibly in a couple years, the Knight may have a shot. To Gideon, Oberon seemed more the "next generation" rather than an equal. It was at this thought that a word snapped his attention back to the meeting. 

[i]Kendrigan.[/i] 

He hadn't heard about that place in a while. Regardless, the thought of leaving the island filled him with childlike excitement akin to that of Lysander's. Maybe it was part of the empathetic bond; maybe it was genuine. Either way, Gideon spoke for the first time since he arrived. His voice was low and rumbling with a hint of condescension. 

"I wouldn't have come if I wasn't already committed to whatever we had to do"