| Text | - "Why has the shipment gone unclaimed?"
- "The cloves aren't ours, but they'll be cheap at auction. Go to King's Landing, Groat."
- "Groat, go to King's Landing. Pose as the merchant who owns the spice."
- "A hundred crates of cloves," Groat says. "Someone should claim them. They'll mold on the docks, otherwise."
- "Here's interesting news," Groat says, reading a raven. "A shipment of spice, still unclaimed at King's Landing. Hah! I'd claim it, given the chance."
- "Groat, exactly how much spice are we talking about, here?"
- "The merchant was murdered in an unfortunate tavern... misunderstanding," Groat shrugs. "There's no record of the buyer. But it's paid for."
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