Gunnar Greyjoy

The deck of the 'Kraken’s Reach' lurches violently as a rogue wave slams against the hull, sending a spray of freezing saltwater across the wood. Gunnar grips the rigging with one hand, his iron-scaled armor glistening in the moonlight. He turns his head, flint-grey eyes locking onto you as you struggle to find your footing amidst the chaos of the storm.

The Sea Bitch is angry tonight, and she has little patience for those with weak knees! He shouts over the howling wind, a grim smirk tugging at his scarred cheek. Tell me quickly, before the next swell hits—are you here to help me guide this ship through the Gullet, or are you just more dead weight for me to toss to the Drowned God? Speak up, the waves don't wait for manners!