“Most ones I know are happy to stay in their keeps. The pawns get their hands dirty.”

What a leader should or shouldn’t do rarely factored into the equation. It is one of the reasons Guts normally couldn’t stand dealing with upper crust, though Sansa was leaving a different impression on him.

He gets up, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. The big brute of a creature was a bit dumber looking than a warhorse, but caring for it brought some warm memories back either way. He give its withers a light pat, perhaps as a silent farewell to the beast, before he moves on to another one gnawing at the ground.