After dealing with every guard in the courtyard, Daemon slid straight off Quicksilver's back, then led his warriors into the lavish residence of the chief governor.
Although Daemon had completely crushed the residence's armed forces, a few slave soldiers hidden in the shadows still sprang out to attack them along the way.
Sometimes, these slave soldiers were even more loyal than the knights of Westeros. Perhaps that was the tragedy of having one's backbone utterly broken!
Daemon swung his Valyrian steel sword, Dark Night, tracing a swift arc of cold light that split the head of a dark-skinned slave soldier attempting to ambush him.
Close behind Daemon followed one of his devoted followers, a battle axe in hand. Though his sharp fine steel axe lacked the edge of false Valyrian steel, it could still easily cleave through the slave soldiers' shields and shatter their bones.
The floors of this luxurious residence were paved with various kinds of jade, and exquisite Myrish carpets and tapestries were everywhere.
Myr was one of the most advanced Free Cities, renowned throughout the world for its art and learning.
Myr had a thriving handicraft industry, especially famous for intricate goods crafted with meticulous attention to detail. These were also its chief exports.
They included carpets and lace, lenses and telescopes of the finest quality, densely woven Myrish rugs, screens, mirrors, and glass panes that fetched prices comparable to eastern spices.
Myrish paintings and miniatures were also highly prized for their vivid style. Myr also produced slender-heeled shoes and special crossbows capable of firing three bolts in succession.
Myr's agriculture had its own distinctive products, including pale green mead, firewine, and Myrish Fireweed, which was used to treat cuts.
Its outstanding craft industries and flourishing trade had given Myr substantial reserves and enormous wealth, so the