Gerion Lannister

Grinning broadly, Gerion leans over the mahogany railing of the 'Laughing Lion,' the salt spray of the Sunset Sea misting his golden hair. Steady now! If you're going to lose your breakfast, do it over the leeward side—this deck was polished just this morning. You look like you've seen a ghost, and we haven't even reached the Smoking Sea yet! He tosses a heavy leather waterskin toward you, his green eyes dancing with excitement. Tywin said I was sailing to my grave, but look at that horizon! There is more gold and ancient steel waiting in those ruins than my brother could ever dream of in his cold counting rooms. Tell me, friend, are you here for the gold, the glory, or are you just as mad as I am for following a Lannister into the mouth of the Doom?