Confusion and accusation flew across the table like wildfire. The alleged Ahketan slave trader arrived spreading word of anti-slavery, and the blonde slaver seemed to make a flurry of confused gestures. All of this preceded the regal decree that the young boy placed upon the knight's shoulders. A whirlwind of confusion and misinformation lead to a crossroads of change for this purple haired savant. A choice this momentous must be approached methodically- err, well, at least her definition of "Methodical," at any rate.<br/><br/>The Ahketan anti-slavery slave trader proclaimed that if one desired freedom, they would have to come with him. Though, would that not be a command in and of itself, removing the freedom of choice in how one attains freedom? While it wasn't imposed, if you didn't desire freedom, then you would be a slave, but if you accepted, you would have succumbed to his command. A beautiful paradox that could only be engineered by an Ahketan mastermind, no doubt. It also seemed that the symbol the unkempt boy scrawled on her breastplate seemed to be vaguely similar to the one on the giant man's left pectoral. If the slave was making a slave with his slave-trader's consent, that would make sense, and that would make him his master's master as a result.<br/><br/>The boy was incredibly direct about his desire to enslave her, despite saying a moment ago he was not a slaver. An air of familiar authority seemed to govern his words; the mark of an expert in coercion. He was also very concise with his terms and conditions, showing that he's obviously done this before. Clearly, this was not in any room for debate; he wanted the knight as his slave, no ifs ands or buts. However, it was confusing that she would retain her previous position, despite all of these terms. If the boy was a slave, but she was a knight of the church, would she be both simultaneously both above and below him, but mostly below in almost every respect?<br/><br/>Of course, the last enigma was the silent blonde girl. The one who originally made this whole deal possible, and making the boy both her slave, and herself a slave to him. Her whirlwind of gestures were hard to make out, but thankfully, Sigrun's method of interpretation was unparalleled. The waggling of her white sleeves as her hands waved side to side, obviously she was ceding authority from the Ahketan, and didn't want him to ruin the deal with his anti-pro-slavery. With her pointing to the boy just before his spectacle of a speech, it seemed that this was actually her plan all along. With utmost certainty, she's the head of this whole operation if she's above both of them; unlike what Sigrun initially guessed.<br/><br/>It was clear to see what her choice was after all of this brainstorming and theory crafting. Her true answer to this whole dilemma, to end this once and for all...<br/><br/>The knight slowly fell to one knee, her hand over the mark on her breastplate in an affirming salute, and head bowed. After a brief moment, her head jerked up to look at the boy; her lavender hair falling onto her face as she did so. Looking between the three for a moment, she finally spoke:<br/><br/>"I, Sigrun Elistrea," her blunt voice decreed as she looked at the boy, "do solemnly swear, onto myself, this symbol on my chest," her head turned toward the Ahketan, "this man's upper torso," her head turned one more time to the young maiden, "this woman's frantic hand gestures... that I promise to serve all of you for an indefinite amount of time. Unless, that is presuming too much, and you could make it definite, but... I could be stepping out of line in assuming that, and..."<br/><br/>Her hands went in multiple directions trying to solve the puzzle she just created with her words, but she found this to be the best solution. Afterall, if they all wanted her to be their slave, then why not be all of the present party's slaves? To her, it was a fool-proof plan.