A small voice in the back of his mind warned him that sacking a city with quarter million people would not be easy. After all the battles and garrisoning the newly taken keeps, Euron's might was little over ten thousand men. In the morning light, Denys noticed that the Crow's Eye looked unnaturally pale, and his usually smiling blue eye had gone stormy. It might have been his imagination, but Euron avoided moving his left hand as if it was injured.