Vwyn stood up and walked over to Anton, "You think I'd be the<strong> first</strong>to die?" He asked, grinning with his brow low. He looked down at the sheet of paper and for a moment, Anton could see a bit of concern and worry upon his face. The heavily armored knight returned to glaring at the oracle while he explained his offer, "That's it? I've heard this sort of thing is the realm of demons..." He shoved his gauntlet into the gap of Anton's breastplate, below his neck. With just his fingers, he pulled the half-elf towards him and whispered, "But you think I'm scared of<em><strong>you?</strong></em>I could pull out your heart through that armor, and we'll see if a devil has you."<br/><br/>He shoved the other man back and laughed loudly before snatching the parchment out of his hand, "I can sign my own name." He said between his teeth, grabbing the quill as well and placing the sheet flat on the armored plate upon Anton's chest. He scrawled a surprisingly elegant, 'Vwyn' across it.<br/><br/>Grant Sanctus looked up from his seat and did not seem at all pleased with the exchange, narrowing his green eyes. On the other hand, the King let slip a rare smile.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy DC: 15 (Indifferent) + 10 (Possibly dangerous aid) + 1 (Charisma)</div></div>