(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

smiled, as if hiding something behind those rosebud lips.
Sometimes I really did wonder what went on in that woman's mind.
"Ahem," Keldor coughed, "The vow?"
I blinked, somewhat embarrassed that at my distraction, and raised one
hand, repeathing the oath from memory, "Life's tribulations are tests. There
is nothing I encounter that is not a lesson. Pain is the multiverse's way of
reinforcing a lesson. What I hate most in others is a reflection of what I hate
most in myself. I will act to activate my potential, and to aid others in
achieving their goals. I will remember that divinity's spark is present in
everything. I swear loyalty to the Believers of the Source and their goals,
never to forsake them."
Keldor smiled. "Welcome to the Godsmen, lad."
The small audience applauded as I left, reaching out to brush my bare arms
in lukewarm, token affection. Saros shook my hand, whispering his gratitude
in my ear for letting him off the hook.
"Hmrph," Morte grunted, "That ceremony was a wash. They could've at
least included some paddles or a goat or something."
"What is that supposed to m-" I started, but at that moment Sarossa
approached me.
"My father lives again thanks to you, and my brother walks free."
I nodded, somehow thankful she didn't feel the need to reach out and shake
my hand, "It was nothing, Sarossa. Your brother is impulsive, but young. He
only wishes to go his own way. As for your father... I understand how
difficult things can be for him."
"Indeed," she said, and by her tone she seemed to be in full agreement, "But
for your aid I would offer you my gratitude, if you would accept it."
"Of course," I paused, remembering that eerie gaze of hers, "Is this
something to do with your gift?"
"Yes," she said plainly, "I know not how I came by it. It seems something that
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