Acha was dealing with a Glover man-at-arms alone. The Kraken's Daughter, With an amused smile in the middle of the fight, he thrust his axe into the forehead of the northerner after hitting it low. Then, driven mad by the heat of the creaking steel, she screamed, beating her chest covered in a black leather breastplate emblazoned with the giant squid of House Greyjoy.

─ Deepwood Motte belongs to me!