"Indeed." Daemon thought back to the odd Fey creature; he fully intended to find that creature again and learn, if he could, why exactly it had chosen to betray his kin.

If at all it had...

This thought struck the slight man rather suddenly, and he grinned to himself, half convinced this was the case. The higher ups certainly seemed desparate enough to ignore a potential snake in the grass....

Be that as it may, Daemon had more fish to fry in the big city. Let some leafblood spies jeopardize the entire expansion effort, he had business here that had infinitely more pertinance to him. For example, visiting his sister. And, on the side, finding out a little more about an old friend.

"Tell me, Amaryllis. you know quite a bit about the higher-ups and the political climate around hear; have you ever heard of a man in the inner city who goes by the family name Nakros? I have some business with him I would like to wrap up while I am here"