I'm the man who killed Jaime Lannister.
In my experience, the surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift. A priceless gift.
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.
But we're family. The last Greyjoys left in the world. The last ones with balls anyway.
