"If she wanted to kill us to silence us, she'd have done it already. Why keep me here with good food and drink? I doubt it would come to that. Maybe she wants to squeeze more out of us!"
"Don't the nobles of Westeros ransom themselves with Gold Dragons? Maybe Danyla has the same idea. From what we found out, isn't this princess very fond of money?"
Although Sethsley also worried that Danyla would not spare them, he still clung to a sliver of hope. Besides, he had enjoyed a comfortable life in Volantis and had no desire to die here.
"But we've already sunk everything we own into this trip. Even if we're lucky enough to return to Volantis, our fathers might not give us this kind of support again."
At that thought, resentment welled up in Sethsley's heart.
"I should never have listened to you and entertained those fantasies about Great Dragons. Once we sold those three shiploads of goods, we would naturally have made a tidy profit. We could have taken the chance to befriend some nobles of Westeros, too, and established connections here for the future."
Seeing Sethsley lay all the blame on him, Setu immediately bristled.
"Was I the one who made you greedy for a Great Dragon? Wasn't our main purpose in coming to Westeros to look for a chance to ride one?"
"Otherwise, do you think our fathers would spend so much on bastards? Senyra may have been born a Targaryen princess, but she's still just a whore."
"If that archon father of yours hadn't wanted to use Senyra to get his hands on House Targaryen's Great Dragons, would he have treated a bastard like you any differently?"
"Now you're blaming me because you weren't capable of earning a Great Dragon's acceptance?"
Setu