"It's our creed" Baz growls, a smile on his face. "Tradition, Mr Lentan. Tae our clans, we're already dead. It's... oddly liberating, chief. Frees up the soul."<br/><br/>Jania steps forward, and puts a huge hand on Lentan's shoulder. "Nae man should shoulder the burden alone. We accepted that innocents would die by our hand when we took the oath. An in recognition of the fact tha' you know this, and you fight for what's right... Eric Lentan, tradition and honour calls for this." She draws her sword, and lays it flat on her palms. As one, the slayers drop to their knees. "We hereby invite you to the Slayer Cult, the Order of Lost Honour. You are exempt from the Honour Death. You hold true to the Cult's way, our Code. You are a slayer in all but name. Take the blade, so that ALL Slayers will know you, across the world, and fight for what is true. Fight fae you, sir."