Neverwinter Forest en garde

Blood of kings? He'd never heard that one before. He'd never met a king, nor his descendants — Goldhawk spoke in Lords and Ladies, and of those he'd met a few. Warrior born? I am precisely that, wot, he claimed with rightful pride, and parried the next blow. They continued for a few more rounds before Goldhawk sprang back fluidly and drew up with a nod of satisfaction that they had done well. But the blood of Kings... you alone claim that, Kieran me ole buckaroo. He sat thoughtfully, panting lightly and muscles hot with exercise. Who are these Kings of yours? He was curious.