This brought a smile to Jon's face. The new spymaster was already proving useful, as before this they scarcely had any news from the side, aside from the occasional raven from Casterly Rock or Aegon Targaryen. The name Euron felt oddly familiar to him for some reason, but he quickly dismissed it. If he did not remember it was most probably not important at all. After all, the Ironborn were nothing more than glorified pirates and if they dared to sail North again, Jon would hang them all by their entrails and bathe the Iron Isles in fire and blood.