Kaleed slowly straightened before the man in front of him. The man seemed to loom over him, tower even.<br/><br/>Kaleed blinked slowly. His eyes flared for a brief second, pride filling him at the thought of serving a just cause, serving something greater than anything he had known. The Sa'kage of his homeland, were nothing compared to the Hellguards. He had over heard a previous master describing him, "like a diamond that was found in a pile of shit." He did not exist for the petty power struggles of Urah, or the foolish ideas of superiority his Sa'kage masters had about themselves. This is what he had searched years for. This was to be his redemption.<br/><br/>He met the eyes peering out from behind the helm. With a curt nod, Kaleed affirmed his intention.<br/><br/>With a fluid movement, and a quick pull, he unsheathed one dagger. Extending his right arm, and pulling the sleeve back, he revealed 2 long white incisions on his forearm. Holding the arm out and in front of him, keeping his eyes locked to the eyes of Sir Morr, he brought the blade to bear below the 2 long white scars. He rested the blade on his skin for a moment, and in one motion, drew a cut coming straight across his forearm parallel to the others. Blood instantly welled from the wound.<br/><br/>Kaleed quickly whipped his dagger around once, removing most of the blood, and sheathed it. Turning his right forearm to it was facing down, he still held it out to Sir Morr, letting the blood fall to the ground, where the rocks and earth took it, seemingly a silent, eternal witness to his oath.