The Heartwood And will dead lips to speak?

The harbinger moved and bent his head as instructed. Khasni was pleased by this.

Turning to the pool glittering against the stone floor, she dipped her paw once more. Back again to the man, her paw rose and pressed firmly against his crown, then to drag downward until a line reached his snout.

Let this offering serve two purposes, the second binding this harbinger, of which the name is unknown, to the heartwood until his dying breath. Elder spirits, hear me as I commend this man to you. Be it now that he may be protected by your ever so watchful eyes, and let him never forget the oath he has made on this day to the damned, the Saga, and the forsaken as a whole.

Letting her paw fall down again to the floor, the woman lifted her chin. Rise, harbinger of the heartwood. This is the day of your welcoming, shall it never be forgotten.