From behind her, Geraint said, his voice rough, "Do they talk like that where you come from?  Untrue goddess?  And what about you makes you think that you'd be a fit servant of the Goddess?  No, no, no, this isn't about that.  Fuck Gaia and all she's done, anyway, she's of no use to me."  Geraint came around, so a shaft of moonlight struck him from a high, narrow window.  "This is about Blackvayne.  This is about what the mosquito and what he's doing coming 'round these parts."<br/><br/>Geraint was a heavily built man, and he wore a suit of armor that had been spelled to shift shape with him, the weapons, too, including the flanged mace he kept slung over his shoulder and the broad dagger at his belt.  The armor made him look even bigger than he was.  Otherwise, he was good looking in a hard way.<br/><br/>"But, you've got to know that he was giving you up.  Even if you had managed the murder... what?  You think Gaia's wolves wouldn't have hunted you to the ends of the earth?  Your boss knew that and he sent you anyway.  I sympathize.  I get the same kind of treatment over here.  I live?  I live.  I die?  Better rid of me, they'd say.  Still, there are dirty jobs that have got to be done, and more often than not, I'm the guy to do them.  Which brings us back to you.  You're the dirty job.  I want you to know that I don't want to hurt you.  I'm hoping that we can be fucking reasonable and figure out something before it gets to that pitch.  So, what do you say?  You want to cooperate a little?  Ditch the threats, which are kinna silly, anyway, since you're the one chained in silver."