"Andrik! Andrick king!" cries bellowed as a giant figure ascended towards the Grey King's Hall. Clad in steel like a knight, with a red cloak billowing in the wind behind him. Only a babe remained from House Drumm, and it seemed that Andrick no longer served them. Asha frowned – the Unsmiling was a dangerous foe, and she carefully looked to see who his champions were.