[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]
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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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The room fell silent for a while; Jon did not want to interrupt his hosts, even though the situation seemed quite odd at that moment.
Arya looked at Jon for answers, while he just sighed and looked toward Willas, who was the most talkative. But before he could respond, his grandmother interrupted again.
"Well, all right then. We've heard about your business and we would like to hear it," Olenna turned to Jon again with a knowing look.
"Alright," Jon said as everyone settled in. There were a few chairs, and Mace ended up sitting in the main one, but without saying much, looking just like a puppet to fill the image of the place as a Lord.
Joe remained standing at the entrance, looking at everyone waiting for him to start. He took a step forward and began: "Well, let's begin then. As you know, my name is Jon Artica and I come from a kingdom beyond this one, built in the north of the Wall, and I am here for business."
"We've heard a lot about it, it's impressive, especially what we've heard about what you trade, mainly your ice sales, that's quite interesting. But I heard some rumors about you having strange boxes to be able to transport them, being the only one who can do so," Lord Hightower asked immediately, after all it was good to know if they could copy this business and Jon knew very well of their intentions, as he came to Westeros knowing he would encounter greedy people everywhere.
"Don't be so hasty, Lord Hightower. Let the boy speak for his own products." Olenna intervened, although she seemed to provoke Jon by calling him a boy. Jon could not take it as an offense, after all, she did not call him a bastard and did not seem to have the look that the other Lords had towards him, and with his age, it could justify her calling him that due to their age differences.
"Well, we have unique boxes and you might consider them a magical item," Jon spoke calmly looking at the man who looked at him surprised. "Only we can undertake this venture, as these boxes can only be recharged in Artica. After all, without the magic, they would become useless after a while," Jon said, making Hightower furrow his brow at the word 'magic', while the others raised an eyebrow, as many there found it a bit absurd.
Jon did not hide this; everyone present would soon see the boxes and realize that they could not use them as Jon did, therefore he was very confident that he could monopolize the ice. After all, he already counted on many thefts of his own lots trying to copy his business, but it was impossible without having the great Weirwood tree in Artica, since, as he said, the boxes that carry ice can only be recharged through its roots.
"Well, anyway," Jon continued, "Selling ice is our main business currently, but we have other things that I ask you, gentlemen. Are you interested in seeing our products?" Jon asked.
"No, please, we would like to see your entire portfolio," Willas said.
"Alright." Jon said and looked at one of his royal soldiers who was with him, coming in with a box, approaching in front of the seated group and opening it for everyone.
The box was finally shown to everyone and they saw samples of various Artican products, among them cigars, other alcoholic beverages, and textiles and other items made by the Ice Spiders among other things that Artica has been trading.
The Minister of Commerce from Artica stepped forward, as he did with Dorne, he began to present the products in place of Jon.
"A drink beyond wine..." Mace seemed to express interest for the first time seeing something that interested him.
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