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
It would be back luck to kill a man on your name day
Leave one wolf alive, and the sheep are never safe
Back in Braavos before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play, the game of faces. It's simple, I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win, if I catch you lie, you lose