“We do not sow” are the words of the ruling house in the Iron Islands. It’s a thinly soiled chain of islands populated by thieves and rapists who subsist mainly on fish, much like Scandinavia, from which it gets its inspiration.

I can make that joke. I’m 2% Scandinavian.

Like the North and Dorne, the Ironborn keep their own culture, which includes reaving, salt wives, and chose their kings in a kingsmoot.

Unlike the North, which worship the old gods, or the Andals, which worship the Seven, the Ironborn worship the Drowned God. I’ve always pictured him as Poseidon if he were a pale emaciated corpse that washed upon the shore, but before the stray dogs got at him