They sailed under the legs of the Titan in the late afternoon hours of the day after he and the Maester had the conversation with the Captain of their Ship.
Tywin had been brought on Deck again for their arrival and was even helped to be seated as comfortable as possible by Captain Degarro. His mind entertained himself the whole time with the satisfying ideas of how to kill Omarro Degarro, who had left him and Maester Hother alone and was now giving commands for anchoring his ship.
"Lord Tywin, try not to be to obvious in your murderous fantasies, it shows too much right now in your face. I see your veins ticking in your neck and on your forehead. Quite easy to see without hair after all." The Maester sounded nearly amused.
Tywin looked up to him from his sitting position, saw the wry expression on the other man's face and then took a deep breath through his nose and then slowly exhaled it through his mouth. Another deep breath and slow exhale, another one and another and he really felt himself calming down. He banned the amusing fantasies about Degarros fate from his mind for the moment and looked out onto the Harbour and beyond that, to the City of Braavos. She presented herself like a most promising and extravagant Whore in the beginning evening hours. Beautiful and elegant but also always venal and greedy.
He looked again to his Maester and saw him staring at the City with quite a lot of interest.
"Have you ever been to Braavos before, Maester Hother?" Tywin asked the other man with real interest but he did not receive an immediate answer. The Maester did not cease his staring at the City, to be correct, his eyes were fixed at one part of the City only and his gaze never wandered away from that part while around him and Tywin everyone on board was going through the anchoring routine. The Lion himself began to feel annoyed by the Maester's behavior.
Before he could even demand an answer from the Maester though, Tywin heard a chuckling behind him, the annoying voice of Captain Degarro. He did not turned his head to the blackmailing bastard but then he did not have to, for Degarro came forward and stopped at Tywin's free side. The damned Captain looked actually happy but less overboarding humorous than he did when he told Tywin about his options the day ago.
"Do you remember the last time we were here in Braavos together Hother? It was...wait a moment...ah yes, it was my ninth wedding, wasn't it? Fierce Woman that one, nearly castrated me after the wedding night. Shortest marriage that i ever had, only three days before the priests let me revoke my vows." The Captain sounded goodhumored while he told the Story.
Tywin frowned while he listened the Captains words, he had not been aware that the Braavosi had such flexible marriage possibilities.
"It was an quite interesting wedding Ceremony, that I agree with you Omarro, though why you had married an Ibbenese Woman who was nearly twenty years older than you, that i had never understood at all." Maester Hother finally spoke but with an irritated undertone.
Tywin forced himself to not show his disgust about such a pairing openly, to not show any emotion at all. He looked to his right side and saw that the Maester finally was not looking to the City anymore but now instead looked to Captain Degarro with a blanck expression on his face.
"Aah Hother, business of course. I had made a deal with Nagg Trah back then and had tried to cut the deal a bit better for me than he had agreed with. Sadly I had not known that he could read Braavosi and so, well i had to offer something as compensation. His mother was widowed and so i offered myself as a husband for her. Three of the most interesting days of my life, believe me but I was certainly happy when they ended after my wife uttered her unhappiness in my lack of hardiness." Captain Degarro was clearly enjoying the Chance to tell such Stories of his life but Tywin still felt rather disgusted and the Maester looked like the Stories bored him.
"I imagine that I will see many more of your weddings in the future Captain Degarro, seeing as you have decided to keep me as your pet Maester." said the Maester with a slightly bitter Voice.
The Lion thought to himself that he would have believed that bitterness if he would not have seen the pure Calculation in his Maesters eyes earlier back down under Deck and if Hother would not have asked him, Tywin to stay calm and to not speak in anger against Degarro. And with this memory in mind, the Lion made himself stay calm and watched how the two men who flanked him, now behaved to each other.
"Ooh Hother, dear old friend, why this bitterness hmm? Surely you will like it to sail with me in the future, do not worry about that. Lord Lannister here will give me my money and I will make sure that he reaches the golden Rock of his family and after that is done, I show you the World.
Aaww Hother, do not sound so bitter, there will be so many profitable adventures in our future and so many yet unknown poisons and potions for you to get your hands on." Captain Degarro looked extremely pleased with himself while he spoke those words.
Suddenly, as if the thought just had entered his mind, he leaned to Tywin and looked into his only faintly now discolored face with a wry grin.
"Did my friend learned this bitterness from you Lord Lannister? If so, then you did me a disfavor for Hother was quite a lot more entertaining before he had met you. Well, whatever happened in King's Landing, it will soon be forgotten. Eehheh not by you of course, you won't forget, right?" asked the clever Braavosi amused. He was leaning so close now to Tywin that the Lion Lord could see every small line in the tanned and sharp featured face of the Captain and could also see how the golden flecks in the light brown eyes of the Braavosi glittered with amusement.
Omarro Degarro straightened himself then, looked once more to both Westerosi men and shook his head in mock disappointment.
"It is too late in the day for our business Lord Lannister, we will do the transact in the honored Iron Bank tomorrow. Tonight though, you and Hother here will be my Guests of honor and the both of you will be wined and dined in my House.
Hother, I will introduce you to my newest wife, the eighteenth one now. She gifted me with another child recently and so Lord Lannisters money will be even more welcomed in my purse. I can not let my family be poor after all, now can I?" and with these last teasing words, the Captain turned away from of his reluctant Guests and went back to his sailors too finish the last things that he had to do as a Captain of a ship.
Tywin looked back to the City then and when he once more glanced over to his Maester, he could see that his mouth was now in a grim tight line and the dark grey eyes seemed clouded. Neither man spoke though and Tywin wondered if he would maybe loose nearly all of what was in his Iron Bank vault tomorrow then after all.
And then suddenly the Maester bowed down and whispered in the Lion's ear. "Enjoy the festivities tonight my Lord, as best as you can, for tomorrow will be more stressful and strengt-sapping than you might imagine."
Tywin answered back in a wry tone that loosing such an amount of his Gold would surely be stressful to him but strength-sapping was a rather odd way to describe how much the blackmailing would cost him.
"Or are there any other things that you mean, anything else than what will happen in the Iron Bank?" asked the Lion Lord curiously.
The Maester gave no answer though, he just was looking to the City again and did so till he and the Lion Lord were made to leave the ship and then were brought to Captain Degarro's House.