Tylya nodded. "Okay. As long as you've been honest with me, tomorrow morning I will cut you loose. We'll leave you your armor, some supplies, and a weapon. I'd tell you where to find a town you can start over in, but frankly we have no idea where we are either." She took a bit of soap from her pack and wet a cloth, washing off the man's cheek and then her own claws with a gentleness that was far more representative of the kind, soothing voice she had always used. "I'd offer you an oath on my dragon's blood, but at this exact moment I think we've had enough blood talk." She threw the rag away and sat on her haunches, smiling easily. "Now, how do you like your venison?"