"Can those fruits of the Mad King still be used?"
"Of course, but caution is paramount. Once stored for too long, this substance becomes extremely unstable. Even a spark will set it burning at once. If the temperature rises, the jars can ignite on their own. So they must never be exposed to sunlight, not even briefly..."
Tyrion nodded. As long as they could be used. These jars of wildfire, stored for over a decade, were indeed extremely dangerous. Wildfire that old was unpredictable and exploded easily. The sight of one jar exploding, setting off the others beside it in a chain reaction, with flames towering into the sky, truly terrified him.
"You said you found two hundred jars in a storeroom beneath the Great Sept of Baelor last year, and no one knew why they were there?"
"Yes, my lord. Our great order suffered some losses in its membership, several decades ago."
Tyrion nodded. This seemed to have something to do with his brother Jaime, but Jaime would never say much. There might be jars of wildfire elsewhere, but Tyrion no longer cared. Seven or eight thousand jars from the Pyromancer Guild was already a terrifying number. He had thought these sorcerers could only boast, but their work had proved quite efficient.
Tyrion told the pyromancers to keep working overtime, but he demanded perfect wildfire. He would allow no defects, nor could there be any accidents. So much wildfire was both exciting and frightening.
"Lord Hand, rest assured, there will be absolutely no accidents," Hallyne the pyromancer promised him. The pyromancers were a well-trained institution. The pyromancer said that powerful protective spells lay above the ceilings of the wildfire workshops, along with a room full of sand to prevent fires from spreading.
"Make absolutely certain you keep watch over