Once again, minutes passed, and the silence grew heavy. She still wondered if the Ironmen could be convinced to bend the knee to the dragons without fighting. Asha gritted her teeth while waiting for someone else to step up again. A good part of the ironborn died in the cold North, and after Euron's campaign in the Reach, very few remained. Most Houses were down to either greybeards or babes. Then, she looked at her uncle, Rodrick Harlaw, who met her gaze, and he sighed tiredly. When she was young, she remembered a dozen Greyjoys and twice as much from her mother's House, but now there was only Theon, her, Rodrick, and a young Harlaw girl of a branch line left. And Theon was nought but a shell of his former self, now shadowing behind her aimlessly.