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Once again, Oros spent little time in his family's home as he prepared for his voyage to Volantis to join the army that would be gathering there.

Rhaegel had offered Oros a new set of armor, made in their House's style.

"No, I'll stick with my own armor." Oros turned it down.

His brother was not pleased. "You must look the part of a proper Aeksion. Change out of that savage armor." He demanded.

Oros was in the yard training with Ashrune. "This Norvosi armor is better suited for battle. It doesn't expose the skin as much as that Valyrian armor."

"This is the same armor worn by our ancestors." Rhaegel argued.

"Old doesn't always mean better." Oros retorted, swinging his bastard sword effortlessly with two hands. Valyrian steel was very light, due to the thinness of the sword's edge.