[Had Ganondorf known that the man he met at the gates of Caer Glaem was the man spoken of here, he might have hesitated in speaking. But he did not make or know the connection between the two. Though the sigil of the wolf was of note. The boy king Joffrey had spoken of wolves. He had his own wolf at home that needed dealing with.

His tone remained diplomatic all the same.]

You are young to inherit so early. [So he says! But he was born a king and so always had that weight upon him.] But I expect you will manage all the same.

I am Ganondorf Dragmire, Lord of Castle Mair. When you have returned to your rightful place, I would speak to you on matters of trade. Our courts may be at war, but that is no reason our people should go without.

[He was keenly interested in the capabilities of the dwarves. He had seen hints of what they could manage from his time in Redgate. Troichean Beinn was a long way to go for trade, but Cothromach was close. Too close to Caer Glaem to be easily captured and held, but close enough he could still make some benefit from it.]