"There has to be," Daemon agreed with a slight nod. "And it will be found sooner or later. As of right now, there are three Warlord Princes here, and... there was a Queen here, for a night, although we're uncertain of her whereabouts since then."

Daemon hated admitting that, hated the worry and the flare of panic he felt for every shift, every hour that passed with no sign of Jaenelle. Could it have been a trick, or an illusion, or not really her at all? He didn't think that could be possible, but then again, much here should have been impossible as well.

"Still, we usually spend each evening searching for more answers or a way out. It's not safe to wander out alone. You're more than welcome to join us, if you wish. If not, I hope you at least seek out a companion. Is there anything else I can answer for you, Lady? I believe our hour here will soon be drawing to a close."