Listen to me Bastard, all you lot from South of the wall, you're Southerners
You got a nice wet twat between your legs?
When the white cold comes, your swords and cloaks and bloody fires won't help you
Go tell her she can bite down on a rag or she can bite down on my fist
I got no fear of what's out there
When you're all the way North, there's only one direction to go
I haven't seen Benjen Stark in three years. Haven't missed him. Always treated me like scum