Dark was his Great Hall and cold. No laughter was there - only woman's wailing. You burned my ships and home, killed two of my sons and the youngest one is your ward, Lord Stark.
But let me tell you one thing, Northern invader - there are tame direwolves, but you can never tame a kraken. And one day your castle will burn like a lighthouse in storm, your wife will scream near your slain son, if you have any, and your banner will be torn to ribbons. We Do Not Sow, We Reave Only!