"Me! Who better to lead the Ironmen than the strongest warrior!?" the giant man's voice boomed, yet the gathering remained impassive. "I have slain many a Greenlander, and if you follow me, there will be more blood to be shed and spoils to be taken." A handful of men brought up three large oak chests and upended them on the base of the steps. Torrents of steel, silver, and bronze spilt forth; swords, daggers, dirks, axes, rings, and even necklaces. Asha frowned as many of the Ironborn helped themselves and cheered Andrick's name. The fierce man seemed to have earned plenty of spoils during Euron's campaign along the Reach. But just as much was not moved, and it was not enough. The shouts of support waned, and the giant of a man walked back down the hill.