"Regardless of your feud with the Tyrells, even if the boy agrees to help us, we will still lack swords to fight Strickland," Massey countered with a grunt. "And there's no guarantee he can make the belligerent Lords stop squabbling and unite against the Golden Company. Seven hells, for all we know, the boy might have gone soft; this city is full of slaves, whores, and merchants. Coming here was a mistake."