Raenio Omirys was a Pentoshi Merchant, I'd met him once or twice in the inn I used to spend time in during the first couple of years of my time in Braavos, he was also notoriously connected to one Illyrio Mopatis, having partnered with him and a Braavosi merchant whose name I couldn't quite recall in order to exploit the Ibbenese trade of Narwhal Ivory and other such goods.
As such, I was not all that surprised with his visit that evening. If Illyrio Mopatis and Varys were to approach me, I had long figured that it would likely be through this man, as beholden as he was to them.
"So," I told him as we sat, "You come in behalf of Magister Mopatis" I had even met Illyrio Mopatis once. He had come to Braavos and it was shortly afterMedea, he was a sentimental man whose wife had passed recently, and who claimed that the titular character of the play reminded him of her... He had an odd charm to him even, not that I'd trust him as far as I could throw him -incidentally, if I were to try and throw him, he wouldn't go too far, he was already quite fat-
"I do, and he would like to commission a play." The small smile on the merchant's face was a bit more sincere than Baelish's had been, not that it put me at ease.
"I see..." I said, thinking. Mopatis was ludicrously rich, as in, the man could found his own bank and still have a considerable fortune rich. As it turns out , he'd managed to get his fingers on every trading company that operated out of Pentos, as well as a couple that operated out of Myr and Tyrosh. Even if I were to charge the exorbitant sums that I knew I could after the whole mess withThe Prince of Egypt, I knew that he could pay.
"All he desires is a work to show a Prince, hiding as a commoner, an inversion, if you will, of the tale of Moses, at least in that regard."
Well, I could recall one such story off the bat, so at least there was that. Even if it might feel... confusingly Dornish now that I thought about it. "I see, well, I will let you know if I will take the offer." After all, I was supposed not to do this kind of things... On the other hand I could probably get Maelio involved. Getting some additional money for such a commission was something that the chief of the Sea Dragon Troupe wouldn't pass on after all.
"Ah, that is good, if I may ask," Raenio soon said, "how is your family? I heard that you had found your siblings?"
Managing not to show alarm -after all, that was the cover story- I nodded. "I wish I had been able to do so earlier, for I might have found our Mother, but seeing my siblings alive and well, and seeing to their welfare, I only hope mother would be proud." Thus, I did all I could to deflect any suspicion, because surely the Spider suspected.
"Aye, I suppose that at least there is that." The Pentoshi said with a nod.
Eventually he left, and I was left with Taella who had been watching it all.
"The Westerosi King seeks them but... You believe that Magister Mopatis is also interested in them," She told me as a matter of fact
"I know it for a fact... My dear, let me tell you a simple thing. Here in Braavos they say that Westerosi Politics are limited to bashing each other with swords until someone gives... That is false, they are as capable of complex and messy plotting as the rest of us. And right now there are at least two distinct plots from Westeros that are interested in them, besides the King and his official reasons."
"Two different... The Martell Prince?" She asked with eyes wide. Of course, Taella was no fool, I would not have befriended her or hired her if she were, "But who else? I can see why the Martell Prince is interested in them but..."
"Let us just say," I interrupted her, "That there is someone in King's Landing with an agenda of his own and contacts in the Free Cities, I hope that the whole mess in Volantis has affected his plans, but I'm notthatlucky."
She nodded, and with a tired sigh I stood up.
"Go get some sleep Taella, I know not what tomorrow will bring, but we better sleep well before it."