I'm a Greyjoy, I can't fight for Robb and my father both
A few died in transit. They cheated at dice. Or maybe I cheated. Someone cheated. They weren't good fighters. You won't miss them.
No man has ever died from bending his knee. He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all
My sword is yours, in victory and defeat, from this day until my last day
