Rumors spread quickly after a Commoner spoke up about seeing The Cannibal be ridden over Westeros by someone. The Cannibal, of all dragons. The one dragon thought to be rogue and unclaimable. Everybody in Westeros was more than shocked by the rumors.

Though Daemon was intrigued. And it did not take long for him to suggest to Rhaenyra they should try to win the new rider for the Blacks. After all, another large and powerful dragon would be a great advantage against the Greens, and more importantly against Aemond and Vhagar.

Daemon slowly stepped into the large cave at Dragonmont, hoping to find the vicious dragon and his new rider inside. He held his torch in front of himself to show him the way while he moved further inside. A soft humming came from his lips. Whether it was to calm himself or to make the dragon think he did not care about it's power was unclear even to him.

"I have come to ask for your help in this war."

He called out into the cave, assuming the rider would be inside and hear him.

"By joining forces, we can turn this battle to our favor."

He explained with a sense of urgency in his calm and collected yet slightly arrogant tone.

"My name carries weight in the Realm. I believe we could come to an agreement in which both of us would be happy if you were to come out and talk to me."