We do not sow. We are ironborn. We're not subjects. We're not slaves. We do not plow the fields or toil the mine. We take what is ours
Your brothers were warriors, both of them dead at the hands of those you seem so eager to protect
When you rule the Iron Islands, you can wage all the peace you want. But for now, shut your mouth and obey
What kind of an Ironborn loses his senses during a storm?