Tell Lord Tywin, winter is coming for him. 20000 Northeners marching South to find out if he really does shit gold
The Lannisters have spies everywhere
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
His Grace summoned me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners!