Within seconds, each warrior in the central courtyard of the Temple knelt.
"Long live Master Dag, the Exiled!" they all screamed in unison.
Dag stepped back, caught in a sudden emotion.
"What? It's not possible... do they really all agree with the decision of Egill and Dargeon? Taking Magni's place... I'm not sure I'm up to it... but I will honor my task!" he thought, taking his hand off the hammer and leaning his shoulders forward, out of respect for the warriors of his Clan, accepting their decision.
"Well, that means that starting now, Dag, you're the Clan's new Master Of Offense, with all the benefits and obligations that come with it. You will never give up your duties and the only event that will lead to the conclusion of your role will be death. Do you accept the conditions?" asked Egill, looking seriously at his apprentice.
