Lord Gryn, while personally entertaining the Pentoshi merchants, suddenly found himself missing Petyr for some reason...
After dinner, Gryn negotiated a grain trade with them in a small hall. The process went more smoothly than expected, and in less than two hours, they reached an agreement at a price slightly below the market rate for Essosi grain sold in Westeros.
After the negotiations, one of the fox-eyed Pentoshi merchants privately told Lord Gryn that he was one of the Iron Bank's most esteemed guests in the Sunset Lands. As mutual friends of the Iron Bank, they ought to show their respect and sincerity. He promised that... should there be any difficulty with funds, the payment deadline could reasonably be extended.
What a familiar scene... Gryn raised a brow, then expressed his gratitude to the Iron Bank and the Pentoshi merchants.
After seeing off the Pentoshi merchants, Gryn went to the lord's study.
He spread a map across the long table. His finger tapped Pentos, then glided across the Narrow Sea—Crab Bay—Quiet Isle, before finally stopping at Saltpans.
After a pause, Gryn's gaze slowly shifted southward across the map. Thanks to Crabb's mercy, the Riverlands refugees gathered in King's Landing would gradually diminish. In that case... the charitable radiance of Little Rose—her rose bread—ought to directly "shine upon" the Riverlands as well.
If Little Rose delayed or found excuses to refuse, he would... have people spread unfavorable rumors about her throughout the Riverlands.
Then he would select suitable representatives to petition the Red Keep and have them lodge complaints with Queen Regent Cersei.
Lady Margaery, you wouldn't want...
Gryn gave a slight shake of his head, banishing his wayward thoughts. His eyes moved north, passing over Crackclaw Point and the Vale. After pausing, they shifted west... and stopped at the Twins.