They followed me because they respected me, because they believed in me. The moment I kneel for a Southern King, that's all gone
Do you know what it takes to unite 90 clans, half of them want to massacre the other half?
If he's useful good, if not, throw him off the wall, see if crows can fly
I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming, but it's better than betraying everything I believe