"So, will you let me care for you and serve you?" Hurman asked. "I know there's no need to ask if you'll care for my clan in exchange. We both know that goes hand in hand. And hearing your origins leaves me with no doubt about that."
Oli sighed and chuckled at the same time. Defeated. No matter how his mind reflexively tried to create a means to deny the contract, there was no stopping it. And Oli even felt his desire to sign such a contract suddenly sprout and take root.
Before saying another word, Oli carefully held the glass quill in his claw and dipped it in the peculiar ink. Oli let his essence trickle into the ink.
Strangely, Oli realized something else that was going on. Essence wasn't the only energy being pulled into the ink. Oli felt a strand of his spirit energy getting strung along into the quill with each stroke. *That's how it binds those that sign…*
