Daemon blinked for a moment at this twist in the conversation. Renji was dead? There must be places with something similar to demon dead, then, since Daemon didn't get that sense from him at all. At least, having a father that had died over 50,000 years ago and several long-deceased relatives wandering about made this revelation not so weird and frightening as it might have to some.

"I'm sorry," he replied inanely. "I didn't realize. You didn't feel any differently, but my senses are more muted here than they are normally."

"You remind me of my brother," Daemon added with a slight chuckle. "He always prefers the fighting himself. He's an Eyrien warlord price with an Ebon-gray Jewel. That's a fairly high rank where I come from. He tends to attack first and apologize after, if necessary."