Northerners. And we're nothing like the Southrons. Each Northerner is worth ten Southrons. We're as hard as the land and as fierce as winter. Our seasons aren't like yours. They last years. We're the only ones who live true winter while the Southrons stoke their fires and bar their doors to a bit of snow. The North can never be taken. Not our land and not our people. Many have tried, but none but a true Northerner can hold it. The North survives and it remembers.

[ And it really, really wants to smash the balls of the South with a spiked mace. ]