A lord needs some guardians, that's pretty straightforward. Nowdays they're bannermen, vassals or hired swords – or the Kingsguard, in some very special cases. The Old Ones, though? They never really trusted any other guardians than those made by themselves. These suits of metal, enchanted with the souls of the very best fighters need no supplies, no rest and no mercy. They fight 'till their mercyful death or until they have beaten the enemy into pulp. Instinct: to fight.

• To fight both with skill and reckless abandon