Aegon nodded to Lysono and turned to his Hand. "Lord Connington, what do you think our next course of action should be?" He was aware Connington had lost the Battle of the Bells, not due to the lack of skill, but to his unwillingness to burn the Stoney Sept to the ground in order to do away with Robert Baratheon. It had cost the gryffin lord dearly and he had long since learned his lesson. Regardless of everything, he was a formidable warrior, slaying Denys Arryn and heavily wounding Hoster Tully. He was also the only one in the company raised as a Westerosi Lord. The rest had been exiles for generations, second sons, or abandoned bastards and outlaws fleeing justice. His advice was sound, and he couldn't afford to ignore it.