Hooknails pauses as the candleflames flicker on in unison. His eyes narrow as his lips thin, a hint of worry playing across his angular face. "A crown of iron spikes..."
"Yeah! What of it?" You call across the warehouse floor, the flow of blood slowing as the influx of orthstirr mends the opened arteries both outside and inside your body.
He holds up two fingers. His bronze fishhooks gleam in the light of your might. "I have met only two men with hair of red, eyes of steel, and crowns of iron spikes and I've sworn myself to one of them. So tell me," a finger falls, leaving his forefinger pointing straight at you, "Halla Skyfire, who is the man you call your father?"
'What is he playing at...?'
"My father is Steinarr Hallsson." Your voice rumbles with pride, as if daring him to challenge your heritage.
He frowns as if dejected. "Damn, and I'd hoped I'd stumbled across my King's long lost offspring. That would've helped my standing within the hird considerably!" He shrugs a sigh, "Oh well, you can't win 'em all."