ASOIAF: Why were there Tyroshi Slavers near Bear Island for Jorah Mormont to sell slaves to?

Here is my speculation.

(pictured above, Lynesse Hightower.)

Jorah Mormont’s wife Lynesse Hightower was a babe. She also had the appetite of a normal southron woman from one of the richest families on the continent — who happened to marry a hillbilly from the north. Her appetite was pretty much boundless.

But she was a babe. And she was smokin’ in the sack.

So Jorah made scores of contacts trying to appease her appetite; he hired the finest five star chefs; the hottest musicians; the most elegant decorators; he clothed her in the most beautiful clothes and furs; they dined on the richest foods; they drank the most delicate vintages of Arbor Gold; he adorned her with shimmering jewels; she ate off of gold plates because she thought they were more hygienic; they heated the castle 24/7 and left the windows open so they could have fresh air,even in winter.

A hillbilly who wants to be a Kennedy has to find money somewhere.

He had a lot of debts, Jorah. Trying to keep this rich little vixen…this dripping little delight…this….sweet, sweet piece of ass happy.

He hired jugglers from Braavos; dancing bears from Myr(and he was aware of the irony, oh yes); masseurs from Yi Ti and exotic belly dancers from Yunkai.

On the way, he made contacts.

And wracked up debts.

So he lost everything he had. And he was about to lose her. He’d have to go back to sleeping with, you know…ugly serving wenches of Bear Island. They don’t call it Bear Island for the bears, you know. They call it Bear Island for the women.

That is like going from chicken cordon blue in a really expensive, snobby restaurant to chowing down on a half-thawed Hot Pocket. You just don’t do that. Not if you’re a hillbilly who wants to be a Kennedy.

So he made a deal with one of his contacts…who he probably owed money too, because he was a loser like that. Slaves. I mean there are three resources that Bear Island has: Pine trees; bear skins; and humans. In the end it seemed like a no-brainer.

So he sent a bird…or a courier…to somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody…It must have taken months between the time he had the Bear Island criminals arrested and the time that the ship showed up for him to sell the prisoners.

Plenty of time to repent and change his mind; to give his wife a bowl of stew and tell her to deal with it. But he didn’t choose that.

Because she was a babe.

Most men are idiots.