Farmer Hamlet

but she can't lift a bale of hay.

There's a storm coming.

We had good years and bad years, same as anyone.

The gods will have their vengeance.

Frey will burn in the seventh hell for what he did.

Things were different when Hoster Tully ruled the Riverlands.

Meaning no offense.

Sally does what she can,

And if any thieves came looking for easy pickings,

And Sally here makes rabbit stew just like her mom used to do.

We don't have much, but any man that bled

for House Tully is welcome to it.

We were just watering the horses. We'll be on our way.

I could use a man to help with the farmwork.

one look at you, I'd bet they'd run the other way.