"How exactly are they stirring up trouble?"
Tyrion carried his wine cup over to his side and followed his example, looking down.
"How else?"
"A bunch of fools used to treating people like livestock suddenly discovered their whips no longer worked. Naturally, they wanted something harder."
Tyrion took a sip of wine and continued.
"The Wise Masters of Yunkai and those fellows in Meereen who call themselves Great Masters have been getting very close lately."
"My informants in their cities say they're frantically conscripting slaves to build new armies."
"On a massive scale. Supposedly, they've already conscripted well over a hundred thousand."
Jorah Mormont, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward to add his report.
"It's not just their armies, my lord."
"They're also spreading all sorts of rumors against us, calling Astapor a city of rebellion and saying we're invaders sent by Westeros."
"They've even joined forces to try to blockade our trade routes to Volantis and Pentos."
"It hasn't done much good, but it's certainly annoying."
Lynn listened to their reports without a trace of surprise on his face.
He turned to Daenerys.
Her beautiful face was filled with disgust.
"They're nothing but a pack of hopeless maggots!"
"I suggested before that we should teach them a lesson!"
"But..."
She glanced at Lynn and left the rest unsaid.
With Lynn absent, she had not dared act on her own.
She feared a decision made in anger might destroy everything Lynn had worked so hard to build.
Lynn then looked at the Unsullied commander, who had remained silent throughout.
"Grey Worm."
"My lord."
Grey Worm stepped forward.
"Do you want to fight?"
Grey Worm's expression remained motionless, but an irrepressible longing threaded his voice.
"The Unsullied were born for war."
"We have waited a long time for you."
Lynn