The Ironborn? [Even the name itself made him sit up a little, the start of a smile pulling at his lips.] The name sounds fitting.

[His brow furrows slightly.] Seven years? [And shakes his head.] Even seven months would be asking a lot. [Their style of fighting was all out and brutal but in short bursts. Smash and grab and get out.]

Our slaves are captured enemies. Loot from those we defeat. [He shrugged, not seeing the issue. What was important was your own people and your own family.]

I don't feel imprisoned. We may speak with anyone we wish, work doing anything we choose. We make our own decisions. None of that is slavery.