Feb 22, 2014
—-彡| "Oye, lad. Don't just stand about---" The Knight's sentence cut short. He knew this boy, or at least he believed he did. The kraken sigil was unmistakable among the waters. "Pardon my tone, and my asking, but which Greyjoy might you be?" He was not one to be so brash with another lord, but the drink had made him bold, and the settings, here on the docks, he was a lord of the sea, of ships. Being polite-- damned it to the seven hells.