His Grace summoned me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners!
You think I'm fighting this war so they'll sing songs about me?
When I'm done with the Lannisters, I will march back North, and root you out of your keep and hang you for an Oath breaker
I've won every battle, but I'm losing this war
Tell Lord Tywin, winter is coming for him. 20000 Northeners marching South to find out if he really does shit gold
We will all be together again soon. I promise!
If I'm going to lead this army, I can't have other men doing my bargaining for me