"Hurry!"
Illyrio Mopatis's roar seemed to make the entire manse tremble.
Two maids collapsed in fright, screaming as they clung to each other.
Illyrio stood naked, water trickling down the folds of his fat body, but he paid it no heed.
He rushed out of the bathroom, slipped on the smooth marble floor, and crashed heavily to the ground.
But he scrambled straight back up and roared frantically at the guards rushing in.
"Ships! I want every ship in Pentos!"
"Clear the docks! Gather every seaworthy ship for me!"
"Now! At once! Immediately!"
The guards had never seen the magister lose his composure like this. They were terrified, but still stumbled over themselves to carry out his orders.
The entire magister's manse instantly descended into utter chaos.
Illyrio panted, feeling as though his heart was about to leap out of his throat.
The voice that had just spoken directly inside his mind was ten thousand times more terrifying than the most fearsome Dothraki khal he had ever met!
That had not been an order.
It had been a divine decree!
As Illyrio frantically directed the servants dressing him, several equally lavishly dressed, potbellied merchants barged in, their faces full of panic and anger.
"Illyrio! Have you gone mad?!"
The man at their head was Pentos's largest spice merchant. He pointed a finger in Illyrio's face and demanded an explanation.
"What right do you have to close the docks without our consent?!"
"Do you know how much money this will cost us?!"
Another merchant, a slave trader, joined in the shouting.
"I just received word that Yunkai and Meereen are finished! That Westerosi named Lynn slaughtered them with dark magic!"
"He's a devil! We must have nothing to do with him!"
"Exactly! We must immediately declare Pentos his enemy!"
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