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Tyrion

           "Almostthirteenthousandjars?Doyoutakemeforafool?I’mnotabouttopaytheking’sgoldforemptyjarsandpotsofsewagesealedwithwax,Iwarnyou."

           "No,no,"Hallynesqueaked,"thesumsareaccurate,Iswear.Wehavebeen,hmmm,mostfortunate,mylordHand.AnothercacheofLordRossart’swasfound,morethanthreehundredjars.UndertheDragonpit!Somewhoreshavebeenusingtheruinstoentertaintheirpatrons,andoneofthemfellthroughapatchofrottedfloorintoacellar.Whenhefeltthejars,hemistookthemforwine.Hewassodrunkhebrokethesealanddranksome."

           "Therewasaprincewhotriedthatonce,"saidTyriondryly."Ihaven’tseenanydragonsrisingoverthecity,soitwouldseemitdidn’tworkthistimeeither."TheDragonpitatopthehillofRhaenyshadbeenabandonedforacenturyandahalf.Hesupposeditwasasgoodaplaceasanytostorewildfire,andbetterthanmost,butitwouldhavebeenniceifthelateLordRossarthadtoldsomeone."Threehundredjars,yousay?Thatstilldoesnotaccountforthesetotals.Youareseveralthousandjarsaheadofthebestestimateyougavemewhenlastwemet."

           "Yes,yes,that’sso."Hallynemoppedathispalebrowwiththesleeveofhisblack-and-scarletrobe."Wehavebeenworkingveryhard,mylordHand,hmmm."

           "Thatwoulddoubtlessexplainwhyyouaremakingsomuchmoreofthesubstancethanbefore."Smiling,Tyrionfixedthepyromancerwithhismismatchedstare.

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