Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-27666783-20191218095618

(@Hound)

Bertram gives a pause, leaning back again in his chair. This time he produces something from his pocket, a seemingly thin sheet of paper. "An oath of fealty bound to the spirit ey?" Next he produces a tiny bag, picking at it with his fingers and getting a  small black leafy substance in a pinch, he puts it on the paper. "I have already made pledges of the soul, and it was to a Goddess that uses us as meat." He rolls the paper with the black substance. "Your caution and want of insurance is logical, I appreciate your honesty. But no, I cannot place my loyalty outward again as such."