In the dark basement under Quinlan's merchant guild.
Quinlan sliced the knife, carving an X onto his rough hand.
"I swear to guard at the gate of men.
I swear to strike all evil dares crossing the kingdom of men.
I swear to stand with my brothers and sisters even in the face of death.
I swear to stay in the dark to protect the light. I swear to never betray the guild, humanity and my honor."
"Stand, my brother. From now on, we are one!"
Siderius pulled Quinlan up and patted his shoulder.
Quinlan controlled his trembling hands and forced a smile. "I hope I made the right choice."
Siderius smiled faintly, "You did. We can begin the mutation process at any time. Which one do you want first?"
"Can I graft a skin mutation right away?"
Siderius shook his head, "Skin is the largest organ on your body. It will cause you to immediately break down because of the psychosis."
"What's the worst that could happen?"
