Nikolas was glad that the others had hesitated before signing as well. He briefly glanced to the others before returning his gaze to his own scroll, the blood pen held in his hand, ready to be used. He heard the Lore Master speaking, saying they would be bound for ten years. Nikolas had known this, but it still made him pause. Ten years was a long time, and a lot could happen in that time. Back home, any number of things could happen in a single year with the amount of moving around, trading, and hunting they did. He could sign this, go home after ten years and everything could be different.<br/><br/>The northerner closed his eyes for a moment, thinking this through. He could refuse, go home and continue his life. His parents, and the elders would be displeased, but after having one of their own return home, they would move on. Or, he could sign this scroll, go through with the training and have something to show for the effort.<br/><br/>Opening his hazel eyes, Nikolas pricked his finger and signed the scroll before setting the pen down and sitting back in his chair. He had been perched on the edge of it since taking the seat. He hoped he had made the right decision.