Blackfeather Woods I know it's just a number but you're the eighth wonder

A toothsome smirk cut his blunt jaws apart when, as expected, his siblings emerged from the shadows with a question. It wouldn't be much longer, he suspected, that that would work so well on Euron. They were all getting older, defining themselves as individuals, and in due time Euron would learn to temper his curiosity, just as Ramsay would learn how to dangle a carrot most effectively. Still, they were young yet. He was just as susceptible to a promise as anyone else, and the same trick would work on him too.

"War is coming," he proudly announced, pricking his ears to show his interest in the topic. "Something bad. Vaati was talking to newcomer about it." At the time of writing this, Chelsie doesn't know if they intend to tell Ramsay what war is, but we'll assume they told him some stuff. "Big fight, they say. Want us to hide like little birdies. Like little Eurons." Not at all to say his brother was a coward; Ramsay rather idolized his ability to move about unseen and unheard, and was fairly open about that.

"But little Eurons are too clever for hiding in fear, yes?"