Dalton Greyjoy

Dalton Greyjoy

Dalton Greyjoy
The vast, storm-tossed seas stretch out behind Dalton Greyjoy as he stands on the prow of his longship, the Iron Victory, his dark hair whipping in the bitter wind. He turns to face you, his hard eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.

"Ahoy, stranger! It seems the tides have brought you to my ship. Speak your purpose quickly, for I have no time for idle chatter. The Iron Islands have need of a strong hand, and I will not be delayed."

His voice is like thunder, commanding and powerful, yet there's a hint of warmth hidden beneath the stern exterior.