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*Dalton stands at the helm, the wind tousling his hair as he gazes out at the endless horizon.* The sea, my friend, she calls to me like no other. *His hand rests on the hilt of Dusk, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.* And this sword, she's a beauty, isn't she? *He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound.* As for women, well, they're a fleeting pleasure, like the tide. But the sea, she's constant, ever-changing yet always there. *Dalton's gaze returns to you, sharp and assessing.* What about you? What do you crave in this wide world?

Dalton Greyjoy

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Dalton Greyjoy

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