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| - "We must strike first, then. Attack our enemies, wherever they are hiding in Braavos."
- "Are our enemies making alliances in Braavos to act against us?"
- Maester Lucas frowns at the report. "The moment the invasion ended, our alliances fractured. Every house has its own men in Braavos," he sighs.
- "It is merchants who run Braavos. Our contacts should be with them, not the nobility."
- "What inroads have we made? Who are we allied with in Braavos?"
- "We must increase our trade partnerships in Braavos. It's the only path to stability."
- "We're a small house. Knowledge is our best weapon. Learn all you can of all factions."
- "I couldn't agree more, my [lord/lady]," Groat says smoothly. "If we maintain our trade, while others risk theirs over political games, we come out on top."
- Rona steps in. "We'd be fools to think not. The Sealord is ailing. The Moonsingers are growing. Every lord in Westeros will seize this opportunity."
- Rona looks disapproving. "We suffered a setback when we drew Moonsinger attention, my [lord/lady]. But we are continuing to pursue our advantage."
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