"How about you piss off, lordling?" Northy shouted.
The nobleman's soldiers positively deflated at the jeering. He shared a look with the colleagues that he quite clearly did not get along with. "There, I think, we find our common cause," he said. "I will put my lance through the centre of that brutish red-haired monkey, and we can declare ourselves to be on the right path."
"Very well," Grange said, allowing Ironbane the first move of the conflict. Ergon sniffed with distaste, but with archers, there was little he could do to assert himself. It would never be his role to charge the enemy. He was to pick them off from a distance.
With a heel to his new horse, Ironbane galloped forward, his lance lowered. An Ogre Knight stood in his way, but he went forward regardless, uncowered.
