The Stormlands, Bronzegate, Young Griff's Camp.
The victory in taking Bronzegate and routing Stannis's main force had sent morale soaring in Young Griff's camp.
The Golden Company's tents and the Dothraki khalasar spread across the open country.
Inside the command tent, Young Griff was in high spirits, his silver-gold hair particularly dazzling in the lamplight.
For these mercenaries, veterans of countless battles in Essos, dealing with the lords of Westeros was familiar work.
Ten days earlier, Ser Harry Strickland, captain of the Golden Company, had proposed a feint to the east while striking in the west.
While making a show of preparing to besiege Storm's End, they had the men planted in Bronzegate by the Golden Company's intelligence officer help the main force launch a night attack on the town.
Most of the Golden Company's mercenaries came from Westeros, and quite a few had even been born in the Stormlands.
From the moment they landed, they had been secretly dispatched to infiltrate various castles under the intelligence officer's direction.
As luck would have it, when the new Earl of Bronzegate recruited soldiers from the surrounding villages, he unwittingly allowed the Golden Company's infiltrators into Bronzegate.
That was how this surprise attack had succeeded.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the ground in the middle of the tent.
Several captured Stormlands nobles knelt there dejectedly. Beside them, a dwarf was also bound: Tyrion Lannister.
Tyrion hung his head in dejection. When Young Griff's army stormed Bronzegate, he had still been enjoying pleasant dreams in the dungeon.
By the time he awoke, he had already changed hands.
Though Jon Connington was also pleased by the victory, a shadow immediately flickered through his eyes when he saw Tyrion.
Pointing at Tyrion, he suggested, "Your Grace, this deformed monster is Tywin Lannister's son. Keeping him