Arya disarmed Azrael, grabbing his dagger from the floor. "Honestly, I thought you were dead. You sleep like a dead man," Arya said, breathing hard. Arya grabbed Daemon by his shirt, slamming him against the ground.
"What sword?" Arya asked.
"Who are you guys? How did you find me?"
Daemon was in severe pain, and holding his leg.
"There's posters everywhere," he said through gritted teeth.
"You...you killed a dragon rider's dragon...in Adela...you're a marked woman."
Daemon shot a glance at Dao.
"The reward is huge. I'll even split it with you, man. 50/50. Even 60/40!"