Tiriaq set his jaw and let out a long sigh. "Very well, Mercenary. But where shall we go? If these Assassins are as brutal and persistant as you say, then this planet is no longer safe. I have sworn on my honour, my clan, to serve the Senator until my death. I must do what I can. In order to do that, I must place the Senator's life, and mine, in your hands."
There was a long pause, then Tiriaq drew his sword and sliced his palm with it, blood running down its edge. Reversing the blade, he handed it to Zaal. "Do the same. In shedding your blood on the same blade, blending it with mine, we shall be bound by honour to work together. Should you forfiet this bond, your soul shall be damned." He said with quiet reverence, blood dripping from his fingertips.