"How much gold do you want for this?" Tywin asked as he looked at the beautiful sword in his hands as they sat inside a large tent outside the Tourney Grounds.
It only took a mild legilimency probe to find out that Tywin was totally spellbound by the Sword and wanted it at all costs.
But then again, he had pumped Tywin Lannister filled with compulsion charms so it was no surprise that the lord didn't want the blade for himself.
Not to mention the fact that he had crafted the pummel himself with transfiguration and it looked very much like a real lion head.
There was no way that Tywin wouldn't have liked the sword even if he didn't use any compulsion charms but by using them he made sure that he would get what he wanted from Tywin Lannister.
"I don't want any gold for the sword." He replied with a smile.
Tywin frowned a little at that and turned to look at him sternly "What is it that you want then. Lands. Title. A keep of your own. A marriage with a Lannister."
At that moment, he was sure that Tywin would have even given him the hand of his granddaughter Myrcella if he asked for it.
But he didn't want to be betrothed with someone at such a young age. Especially the princess of the kingdom when his plan was to separate himself from the kingdom in the future.
"No. I don't want any land, title or something else. But men."
"Men?" Tywin asked.
"Yes. Miners, Literate men who know how to read and write, blacksmiths, men who know how to fight and can teach it to others, craftsmen, builders. People like those."
Tywin gave him a long hard look as if he couldn't believe what he just heard before he composed himself and asked "How many of these people do you want?"
"These many." He said and passed on a slip of parchment to the old lion that was filled with the occupation and number of people that he want.
Tywin carefully read through the entire letter before he gave him a nod and said "Done."
"Done?"
"Yes. Done."
He opened his mouth to say something before wondering if he kept the numbers too low.
If that was the case.
He took the page back from the old lion who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
He then slowly pointed his wand at the page and doubled the number of men in each occupation before he pointed it at Tywin and said "Obliviate."
Tywin's eyes glazed over for a moment before they returned back to their normal color and settled on him as he asked "Where were we again?"
"These are the number of men that I want." He said and passed on the list to Tywin who looked at it with a slight frown before he shook his head.
"I'm afraid I can't provide you with these many blacksmiths. If I did then Lannisport will have a shortage of them in the near future. The same could be said for ship builders. I cannot give you these many of them as we'll need them in order to rebuild our Fleet that we lost to the Ironborn."
He gave a nod to the old man and found out that he was telling the truth with a slight legilimency probe.
Oh well, it was negotiation time then.
By the end of the negotiation, he had gained more men that I had wanted at the start of his meeting. 1,500 miners. 25 literate men who could read and write, 6 blacksmiths and 10 apprentice blacksmiths, 2 old maesters, 50 architect builders, 500 ship builders, 1000 of the best horses in Westerlands, 10 ships for transport and 100,000 gold dragons.
All in all, it was as good a deal as he was going to get for a Valyrian sword that he didn't cared about.