It wasn't motivation, and certainly not "goodness" in any normal way, but fatalism.  Death found everyone at the hour of its choosing.  Fools could be kings and the brave died stupidly, blindly, idiotically.  One did not need to tempt fate for it to kill you, so what harm was there in tempting it?  Everyone was the same in the end.<br/><br/>He wondered why they were the "only ones" to stay near the humans.  Why not guard the walls, too?  It was strange, he thought.  Perhaps he should have asked more or better questions.  But he moved silently, as it was second nature to him.  He noted the way in, grabbed clothing and put it on.  It was a little too tight on his big frame, but he wasn't looking to live here, just pass casual inspection.  Hopefully at a distance.  He put the gun in his waistband, the shirt over it, and threw on a cloak to hide how everything fit badly.  He followed her, seeming casual, just out and about his daily business.  Acting like you belonged usually meant no one challenged you.  When she quickened her pace, he put his hand on the butt of his revolver.  Since he had the same kind of senses as her, he smelled the blood, noticed the family resemblance in it.<br/><br/>He wondered what happened - tried to process it.  Why would Blackvayne kill her parents?  Did he so strongly believe her mission was suicidal that he cleaned up all traces of Vara?  There was a kind of sense to that, the sort of thought he could imagine a vampire (or werewolf) making.  But failure wasn't certain.  She had gotten quite far....<br/><br/>He nodded.  If she was overwrought, he was happy to take the lead.  He went back the way they came, twice stopping because people were passing on the main street.  Once, someone almost turned into the alleyway where they hid, but he was human and Geraint laid his will on the man.  He turned away, looking mixed up, but he left.  At one point, a horse shied and reared, but the driver calmed the horse and suspected nothing.  Then they were back in the woods.<br/><br/>When they a ways from the village, Geraint said, "I think Blackvayne told the witches you were coming.  He wouldn't do something like that unless you're sure that you weren't coming back, and the only way to be sure about that would be to tip off the witches.  He didn't expect me.  I talked them into giving you into my custody - they wanted to torture you for information and kill you as a traitor.  I said that I had more effective ways to get the information they wanted, and we could kill you at any time - but I don't think Blackvayne knows about me.  The witches try to keep me a secret from outsiders, and I'm sure they didn't anticipate my move, anyway.  Blackvayne had every reason in the world to think that you'd be dead by now, or wishing you were dead."