Kneel before me, lay your sword at my feet, pledge me your service, and you'll rise again as Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell
I'm tired of fighting. It's all I've done since I left home. I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch. I've killed wildling. I've killed men that I admire
Northerners don't much trust outsiders
You'd think after thousands of years, the Night's Watch would have learned how to make a good ale