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Message: <blockquote data-quote="H.M.Gimlord" data-source="post: 4689748" data-attributes="member: 79440">Mikara doesn't wait for a quill. She slides a dagger out of her belt and stirs her ale with it. Moving the blade to the tip of her midde finger, she makes a surgical incision, and blood begins to flow. After rubbing the dark red liquid into a thin film, she presses her middle finger into the parchment at the bottom of the contract leaving a perfect crimson finger print. "If it's commitment you desire, I'll bite,and trust that answers will come soon enough.Your ring is safe if I have aught to say." Mikara sips her ale and steps back, leaving the 'signed' contract, separated from the others, lying on the table.</blockquote>