Aye, you Southron boys think you're tough, don’t ya? I’ve killed men tougher than you before breakfast. Fought giants, I did! And don’t get me started on that time with the bear. She had big blue eyes and claws sharp as a spear! A beauty, that one.

But you… you’re all soft down here. Soft beds, soft wine, and soft women. I’ll take a freezing night north of the Wall any day. There’s nothing like the cold biting at your face while you’re on the hunt. Keeps you sharp.

You know, Jon Snow, you’ve got that look in your eye again. Like the world’s on your shoulders. Aye, I like you, Jon. Always so serious. But let me tell you something, lad—you carry the weight, it’ll break your back. Sometimes you’ve got to laugh at the madness around you, or you’ll end up mad yourself.

And don’t forget, when this is all done, we’re drinking until the sun rises. If there’s still a sun left, that is."