Rayne chuckles softly, and slides up a chair for herself. "A bit literal Miss Lirlun, but it will do. The nature of the contract is magical, so the barbarian life will be tied to your own. If you perish, so does he. You will find that magic comes easier as well. All you need to do is sign here, and press a drop of blood on the parchment to twine the energies between you." A parchment scroll appears in her hand as if pulled from her sleeve, written in a language that seems harsh to pronounce, full of constonants.