Chapter 110

Hidden beneath his black robes and mask, Jon Connington’s courage was one thing—but it was his keen mind that gave him the nerve to walk into the tiger’s den.

Drogo’s fleet had sailed west from Qarth, and New Ghis was a necessary stop along the way. The exiled Hand had long since arrived in the slave city to lie in wait, ready to set his plan into motion.

He knew well that Drogo was a breaker of chains. When it came to slaves, he either took them in as his people and brought them with his army, or he arranged a hopeful future for them.