Daemon had returned from the war in the Stepstones.

He was tired, irritated, and needing company. Company that wouldn’t talk and talk and talk, when all he wanted to do was ignore the blood pounding through his veins, screaming violence and dragonfire.

The war had left him feeling unsatisfied. Not enough blood had been shed, in his opinion. Not enough people punished for their deeds.

After briefly flitting through his options, he settled upon summoning you. Quiet, unassuming, and unlikely to anger him.