The Renegade Metron dragged his feet, chained as he was to his captor that followed in silence. Even if he were to contemplate escape and released himself from his chains, he still had to contend with the fact that his talisman was in the hands of his guard, Octavian of house Tremere. The pair had departed from Andorra early in the morning. The only reason Metron remained alive was knowledge of the whereabouts of another outlaw of the Order of Hermes. A secret that would not remain for long once the Quaesitors were done with their probing. It was halfway to lunch when they were met by Trentus of Flambeau.
Trentus, did not bother to hide his hatred for the fallen magus of his house. He turned to the quaesitore questioningly. Before he could speak, the Tremere answered with a bow. "Greetings. I beg pardon master Trentus for not including you in events that led to Metron's capture. Circumstances transpired sooner than anticipated."
Trentus balled his hands into fists. Was the Tremere mocking him? he wondered. He ignored the thought for now. "He could escape at any time! You should slay him where he stands!"
Metron watched the exchange with a mix of dread but also acceptance. "Master Trentus need not worry. The captive is no longer in possession of his talisman." said Octavian as his hand gently tapped the hilt of the blade currently tied to his hip. There is no need to be distressed. The arrangement is not in jeopardy."
Trentus dismissed the comment with an aggressive wave of the hand. "I don't give a damn about Barcelona! Metron deserves to die!"
The Tremere stared back blankly. "If master Trentus is so adamant, there will be no intervention. However, neither will Metron be released from his bonds." Trentus smirked contemptuously towards Octavian but as he faced Metron, all he could do was spit on the man. "Curse the both of you." he snarled, denied his glorious revenge. Metron breathed a sigh of relief. Although his fate was sealed, there were more dignified ways to die than being slaughtered helplessly on the road by an enraged Flambeau. Octavian simply nodded and indicated with a tug of the chain for Metron to resume the march towards Duresca. Trentus reasoned he would follow behind should the opportunity arise that Metron decided to escape.