[He freezes in the entrance of the igloo, ears pinning back to his head for a moment. He wasn't expecting there to be anyone else in the room, much less someone with so much... presence.

(He knew he wasn't a large man, but even sitting down he can tell the other dwarfs him in every single way.)

Still, there are at least a few things that get Gorou to relax. The mention of an army, for one, and the fact the man seems friendly. The general still keeps a respectable, polite amount of distance between them as he sits. Personal bubbles are important, after all!]

This is quite different from the camps I'm used to, too.

[It doesn't really snow in Watatsumi, and the technology of this place far outstrips anything he's seen before. He's not even sure if Snezhnaya or Fontaine have anything like a "television" or "phone".]

I think most of my troops would describe our camps as anything but glamorous.