Of course Krow chose to claim it.
He was still peeved over that bloodstone. If he didn't claim the bloodline it gave him, and the benefits of that bloodline, he'd find a way to kick himself to death for being an idiot.
The spirit gave a thin smile, waved his hand.
The top of the empty pedestal changed to the shape of a bowl. "A drop of blood into the confirmation bowl."
Krow pulled a knife out of its holster with his left hand, pressed it to his right thumb lightly and watched blood well up in a thin line. He held his right hand over the bowl, returning the knife to its place on his left thigh.
He paused.
His DEX stats and skills were showing. He hadn't been this ambidextrous before.
There was a certain disconnect with the avatar body, he came to the startling realization, when it did things like this. Things that were based on stats and not based on Eli Crewan.
A drop of blood splashed against the side of the bowl.
