2 days later
"Good masters my ass." Muron scoffed and spat on the ground "Never seen bigger cunts than these fucks."
"Didn't the Iron islanders also have thralls and saltwives?" he asked.
"Before you took them away and essentially destroyed the whole economy of the Iron Islanders." Muron said with some bitterness "Yes. We did. And didn't treat them well either. But we at least didn't resort to finding the most cruel way to break them." Muron shook his head and took a gulp from the wineskin "Know this might be weird coming from me but there is something really wrong with those people."
"There is." He nodded "What are your thoughts on the Unsallied."
Muron mulled over his question for a moment before he spoke "Never thought I'd say this. But they're better than your men. They don't fear. They don't feel pain like others. They don't feel remorse or guilt like normal humans." Muron shook his head "I pity those who had to fight these Unsallied."
He nodded "We would have to change their weapons. Give them spears and swords made of Dragonglass. As some magical armor to top that off…"
"And they'll fuck those White Walkers right up the ass."
He shook his head "No. I was thinking about putting them in reserve." He said "I'm sure that my men will be able to hold their own against the White Walkers but I can't say the same for the others. The other lords don't have the resources that I do so it would be better to send them some support."
Muron shrugged, not caring either way.
"So… you gonna buy all of them?" Muron asked.
He nodded "Tomorrow I'll talk with the good masters and 'persuade' them to sell me all the Unsallied in their command."
"The Unsallied are pretty expensive." Muron said "Do we even have enough gold?"
"I don't really intend the pay the Masters." He said.
Muron grinned at his words "I take it you have a plan."
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Next day.
Half a dozen good masters were sitting across the table from him.
"I want yo buy them all." He said as he was flanked by Muron and two of his leutinents.
Kraznys mo Nakloz scoffed at him and spoke in the low Valyrian "The Westerosi fucker thinks he could sell his ass and buy all the Unsallied. Ridiculuous."
"He has brought 50 war galleys with him Kraznys." The other Good master said "Let's hear what he has to say first."
As they were talking, he took out the wand from under his sleeves and started casting compulsion charms on them.
"There are 8,000 Unsallied in Astapor Lord Bolton." The slave girl translated in the common tongue for him "Is that what you meant by all my lord?"
"Not the 8000 trained. But the 5000 who are still in training as well." He said as he continued casting the compulsion charms.
Kraznys opened his mouth to say something but hesitated for a moment before he continued "The Unsallied don't grow on trees. Ask the Westerosi savage how he intend to pay for the Unsallied."
"Good Master Kraznys asks how you intend to pay for the 13,000 Unsallied."
He clapped his hands and the men waiting outside started brining large trunks inside the room until there were 11 trunks in the room.
Kraznys looked at the trunks with suspicion and ordered on of the Unsallied to open the trunks. The Usallied followed his orders and opened the lid of the trunks.
The first three trunks held gold coins from Westeros. The next seven trunks held pure gold bars that he'd transfigured from dirt. Gold that would return to dirt in a few days. And the final trunk held 3 dragon eggs that he once again transfigured from dirt.
Kraznys and the other good masters looked at the dragon eggs and the gold in shock.
"Will this be enough?" he asked.
The girl translated his question to the Good Masters who came out of their stupor and looked at him with a serious expression.
They discussed quietly among each other before Kraznys finally nodded at him.
"Done." He said in heavily accented common tongue.
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