Craster's been out here surviving.
Craster's been out here surviνing.
Craster: Smaller flock than you went north with.
She's one of Craster's wiνes.
Craster: Keep your eyes where they belong.
What did Craster do with'em?
Craster? In the boy's defense,
What do you think Craster cuts off for that?
You might reconsider his request to march on Craster's.
Craster? In the boy's defense, that's a tough old goat.
He's the one who put a knife through Craster's mouth.
We stopped at the Craster Fortress on the way north.
Meaning all respect, ser crow, Craster beat us and worse.
And I can't run away, which is what we did at Craster's.
When the walkers come calling, Craster will serve us up like so many pigs.
Craster will tap a barrel of our wine,
and sit down to a feast of ham and potatoes and laugh at us starving in the snow.
The thing about her that I find so interesting is that after all that Craster's done to her,
she's still got hope that life might get better.
The day we leave, Craster will tap a barrel of our wine
and sit down to a feast of ham and potatoes and laugh at us starving in the snow.
The day we leaνe, Craster will tap a barrel of our wine,
and sit down to a feast of ham and potatoes and laugh at us starving in the snow.