Anwar has been holed up in Hespa’s dungeon, but his confinement is nearing its end. And Daemon is only too happy to oblige the witch’s command.
“The rat’s returned to its nest, I see.” Daemon had obviously not lost any of his charms in Anwar’s absence.
Anwar cast a cursory glance behind him. “The accommodations are somewhat lacking,” he said.
“Next time, I’ll be sure to put out the welcome mat.”
Daemon’s face filled the window. A ghastly thing to behold, in Anwar’s opinion, and he recoiled at the sight of it.
“Oh, don’t go to any trouble on my account.”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” Daemon sneered. His focus shifted, and Anwar heard the jangling of keys.