Aye, from the North. Ramsay Bolton. One time Lord of Winterfell and the Dreadfort, and Warden of the North. [ If this were real, death would only be a lean-too-far away, but Ramsay eagerly turns away at the sound of more screaming, eager to see the Dothraki tear through the Lannisters. It's as though fear (or self-preservation) is something foreign to him.]

Are those savages on horseback Dothraki? Fucking hell, they can fight!