It was difficult for Vandryn to say for sure that they would stay equals, at least in the manner than he suspected Dorothea wanted. Vandryn wasn't the type to look out for anyone but himself, with the exception of it being in his best interests to do so. He was a selfish man, greedy to an extent and had no reason to remain truly loyal to anyone, and he saw no reason to change now. But he was flexible enough to make exceptions to any rule where there was enough logic in his favor to do so. She had the blood he wanted, a few droplets but nonetheless worth something, and he made an offer of what he felt was of equal or greater value. He would treat her as he saw fit, for now they were equals in this endeavor, but he made no promises that he would go easy on her once training commenced. He left that as a part of the fine print of the deal.
"Deal," he murmured and nodded. He held out a gloved hand for her to shake and once that was done, he nodded toward the exit that stood out in the back of the building. "I don't think I have to tell you twice but it's going to be very cold where we are going. If you have any inclination to stay warm, then stay behind, but I will not be babysitting anyone who can't take whatever I throw at them. Is that clear? Good, c'mon then, we better get going before a blizzard sets in." Vandryn said nothing more before he threw his hood on and his face wrap, trapping in the warmth of the room within the fur of his clothes and headed out the door. The weather had only gotten worse since she arrived and he expected it to get worse still. Snow flurried like something mad and he trekked through the darkening hills as evening finally settled. If she truly was his equal, then she'd be able to keep up with no problem.