"There's snow on the grounds. I saw it when I came to the Keep. Last night, as well." There had been some snow before that, but it wasn't until he arrived in the Eyrie that there had been enough to truly accumulate on the ground. Only soft blankets had covered the ground before, accumulating in the evenings and dying by the next day's sun.

"Winter is coming. Those are the Stark words, right? My father's words are Ours is the Fury. Seems more fearsome, don't it? At least up until the snow shows up."

What good is fury in the face of winter?