(Open) Paws upon the Stones of Many Colors

Gideon watched with a detached interest as the newcomer held his hands before his face. That he had been to other worlds caught his attention too, but he did not ask, sure that whatever that was about, it would be more machinations of the Voice or possibly even evil Gods in other realms, which would only muddy the focus of his goals. One world to save at a time. The outburst raised his eyebrows and Gideon was about to respond when Amalia did, taking his attention by explaining that she used to be Attuned herself; he made a mental note of that, wondering if it was important to her ascension into a Demi God, before adding to what she had to say. "You've been here...less than a week, right? You're deciding the limits of what you can do very quickly." While he had no real investment in making sure this Outlander was emotionally comfortable with his situation, Gideon did care about turning people towards the Gods. "Speak to the Gods. The 'Old' Gods. They can tell you how to regain your powers, and I'm sure you'll find they will be good enough for you. You'll just have to work for it." He gestured vaguely as he tried to remember just what Neos had said: "Then you can be as...pyroar as you like." Gideon Reckon up the variables Find a way to make it real Make a deal Until my protector comes