Lynn looked at the dwarf kneeling on one knee, without a trace of surprise on his face.
"Rise."
"Your wisdom will have its place in the new world."
Tyrion rose. He could feel the weight of Lynn's words.
This was no empty promise, but a statement of fact.
Just then.
A slave soldier covered in blood staggered into the Pyramid, his face filled with wild joy and awe.
"My lord! News from Meereen!"
"The Great Masters... they've all fled!"
"The slaves in the city have opened the gates. They're waiting for you to liberate them!"
The hall fell silent in an instant.
Tyrion's hand froze in midair, the wine jug he had just lifted still in his grasp.
Faced with the slaughter in Yunkai, those fools in Meereen had lost even the courage to resist. They had simply fled with their tails between their legs.
"Good."
Lynn seemed to have expected this outcome all along.
He rose, walked to the edge of the terrace, and gazed down at the city below, where order was rapidly being restored.
"It's time."
He turned to his trusted inner circle.
"Jorah, Grey Worm."
"My lord." Both men stepped forward at once.
"I will soon return to Westeros."
"But Slaver's Bay is the foundation of our new world, the starting point of this great transformation."
"We cannot allow this place to descend into chaos."
Lynn's gaze settled on Jorah Mormont.
"Jorah, you are a knight of Westeros. You understand nobles, and you understand war. I need you to remain here and work with Grey Worm to crush any rebellion that may arise."
Jorah shuddered.
He wanted to return to Westeros and clear his name.
Yet as he looked into Lynn's fathomless eyes, he dropped to one knee without hesitation.
"As you command, my lord."
Lynn