Six hundred thousand Gold Dragons?!
Even Jorah Mormont, who was accustomed to Illyrio's extravagant lifestyle, felt his throat go dry as he spoke the figure.
That sum would have bought all of Lys, with plenty left over.
"Six hundred thousand?"
Viserys's shriek shattered the silence.
He bristled instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"That damned slaver! Why doesn't he just rob us?!"
"Who does he think we are?"
"The Iron Bank of Braavos?"
Daenerys's heart sank as well.
Though she had little grasp of money, she knew this was an impossibly astronomical sum.
Lynn, however, smiled.
He leisurely wiped the blood orange juice from his fingertips with a pristine silk handkerchief.
"Ser Jorah, do you think that if I really had six hundred thousand Gold Dragons, I'd spend them on slaves?"
Jorah Mormont froze, then understood what Lynn meant.
Anyone with such immense wealth could raise an army of free mercenaries large enough to conquer Astapor twice over.
"He isn't selling anything."
Lynn tossed the handkerchief onto the table and rose.
"He's humiliating us."
"Or rather, it isn't my Gold Dragons he wants to see."
Lynn walked to the window and gazed at Astapor's night sky, broken up by countless pyramids.
"He wants my dragon."
Those words sent a shock through everyone present.
"You can't trade him!" Daenerys blurted.
"Winter is your..."
She swallowed the rest of her words.
She did not know how to describe the bond between Winter and Lynn.
Companions?
A pet and his owner?
Or something else?
"Has he gone mad?"
A mocking smile crossed Viserys's face at the absurdity.
"Does he think a dragon is livestock he can buy with gold?"
"In a merchant's eyes, everything in this world has a price."
Lynn turned, his black eyes looking especially deep in