[Ramsay tries to imagine this man living or lasting in the North, and he almost snorts into his drink. No, he looks like he belongs with those Southern fucks.]

Aye, the cold's the most familiar bit about all this.

[Definitely not this 'cruise ship' nor the small object he's received upon arriving. The people he's met all foreign and 'modern,' as that one guy he's met called himself.

But Ramsay's still feeling amicable enough to talk about the North for a bit longer. Saul's guessed the boring part already, so he'll throw something interesting for him.]

The winter's the coldest in my kingdom, but it breeds us strong. We have to be, as winters can last for years at a time. [And because Ramsay can't help himself--] Guess that means I am really suited to survive here!