Forwards - Part 6

"Don't get so excited, nobleman," Vol said. "You might have been born with gold, but you can't defeat me. Even if there's a dozen others like you. You especially can't defeat me."

"Not exactly a master of words, are you?" Ironbane said, sweeping his long blonde hair up out of his face. The most irritating part about the man, apart from his obvious complacency, was the fact that he knew how handsome he was. Each gesture was done with a flourish, as if to woo a woman. "No matter. We need not talk long. But as we fight, I would have you teach me something. Why did Brighteyes come searching for you, mm? What made him cross our Earl's border for it? Why put in all this work, just for a nameless raider?"