When he moved, his armor made no particular sound, because it was cunningly made, though it was also hard used and frequently repaired and painted neutral colors.  The mace was mostly black iron, save the flanges which had been sharpened to bright silver with nasty serrations.  The hilt of his dagger was antler and worn smooth as satin.<br/><br/>"Of course he wouldn't betray you.  Can the master betray the slave?  No.  The master can dispose of the slave in any way he sees fit and the slave isn't betrayed by any of it.  They're property and a person can wreck what they own as they see fit," he said.  "But a master can send a slave to die or be indifferent to their suffering.  Or is Blackvayne so stupid to think that you wouldn't be caught after the murder if not before?  Were you?  Did you think you could come into these lands, defended by a pack of skilled werewolf hunters and warriors, kill one of their leaders and get away scot-free?  Did Blackvayne?  C'mon, you're not that brainwashed, right?  You have to see he sacrificed a pawn hoping to take a queen, and there's no rescue coming from that quarter.  Betrayed?  No.  Abandoned to your fate?   Absolutely.<br/><br/>"Sure, I see their corruption.  You don't think I know that Gaia eats her children?  Not news.  But you've still got to have a place to lair.  Let me guess.  This is the place where you try to convince me that I'd be better off serving the suckerface?  That being a vampire's bitch is better than my current status because, golly, witches can be assholes, too!  I don't know if they tried to poison Blackvayne.  I'm not even sure how a person would go about it, but witches are wise in ways I'm not.  But I am certain that Blackvayne has been sending his agents this way for a couple of years at least.  I've caught a couple of them.  Eventually, they talked, everyone does, because they get bored and lonely if for no other reason.  They didn't know much... except they were looking for metal buildings, probably circular, that said VALVOLINE.<br/><br/>"Still.  No need to be rude.  I'm Geraint.  Do you need something to eat?  Something to drink?  We can't let you free, obviously, but there's no reason to be savages."