Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5583506-20150318225645

"Then brace yourself to be welcomed to our family, Perdix", said Ma'Khenro and slid the blade of the dagger quickly across his palm, grunting lightly in pain as he did.

A stroke of red appeared in his hand and Torsdolk held out the chalice with wine in order to gather the pouring blood drops.

Ma'Khenro sheathed the dagger and wrapped up his hand in a prepared cloth, watching as Torsdolk turned to Perdix with the chalice, holding it out for him to take.