Through Maegor's secret passages, Daemon and his niece sneaked toward the streets.

Daemon had already returned from the Stepstones six months ago and in that time the two had grown closer.

But not as much as he wanted.

This night was her name day. She was eight and ten now and for him this was the perfect opportunity to show her places she had never been to, but he knew like a expert.

It didn't take long until they both entered a brothel. The smell of sex and alcohol filling the air.