"The sun rises on my city. I'm cold, I guess winter is here. I'm a farmer without a farm, I'm laughed at from town to town. What should I do ?
I'm one beggar among many, I now live in Winterfell. I look as bad as I smell, but can you blame me ? My home isn't exactly the Red Keep. Calling it a home is already generous enough.
When I was 14 my father enlisted me in the army. I ran away two weeks later. They say I'm a worthless son. Damn them.
One night in a back alley, I separated an honest lady from the valuables she had on her. Thanks to that I could buy a sword, now I can protect what little I have.
On a rainy day, my only friend fell on his dagger. Sometimes I can hear him laugh. Surely he's in heaven. That bastard.
Me I keep trying to survive at the bottom of these burnt walls. I took a little girl in. She reminded me of what hope looked like.
I'm a beggar nobody notices, I can't stand this life anymore. Westeros is a fucking dump, as my newfound companion says. To the undead charging us. To the undead.
The sun rises on my city. I'm cold, I guess winter is here. It's funny, the ground is all red. My broken sword lies near my head. Damn it all. Damn it all. Damn it all.
Damn it all."