"If you hate the dragons, why don't you go north and join the Young Wolf's heir?" Patrek proposed. He still remembered how he cried as a young boy when the news of his uncle Jeffory's death arrived. "Even if he had a hundred thousand men, the Targaryen boy would break like a rotten egg on a rock if he tried to attack a manned Moat, and our wolf king said that his brother was every bit as capable as he was. Go North, like House Manderly, and forget this terrible feud you have with the Brackens. Aren't you tired of having to swear fealty every time to whoever passes through the Riverlands with a slightly bigger army? I myself am tired!"