Gabriel has been waiting a night out in some shabby little tavern in Sūdhaem with tankard after tankard of mead as his only company.

He may be a silver-bearing saint, and traveling at night would be a death sentence, so he decided to take a room for the night in this nasty hole.

His dark eyes scanned the tavern. Gabriel saw the woman cook, he recognized her immediately . She was his lover many years ago when he last stayed at this tavern. He spent many nights with her.

In the corner of the tavern, on the floor, a girl was sleeping in a wooden baby cradle. The baby looked very much like Gabriel. This made him freeze and curse.

— Damn this woman.