The Dustin boy was barely a boy of two and ten with dark, auburn hair, hazel eyes and quite tall and wiry for his age. In the last few days, Roderick had shown himself smart with a mild temper and an easy smile, but no joy was to be found on his face right now. Artos knew many of the Northern Lords attempted to squire their sons and heirs to the King after Torrhen Flint, and in the end, Lord Dustin's grandson had won the honour.