“Asha slid her dirk out of its sheath and began to clean the dirt from beneath her fingernails. “Three years away, and the Crow’s Eye returns the very day my father dies.” “The day after, we had heard. Silence was still out to sea when Balon died, or so it is claimed. Even so, I will agree that Euron’s return was... timely, shall we say?” “That is not how I would say it.” Asha slammed the point of the dirk into the table.”
Book:A Feast for Crows