"[b]Name's Bristle, thanks[/b]" He grabbed the sword and made an X on back of his hand somewhat awkwardly with the blade, letting the blood drip over the sword. He signed his name on the ancient appearing tablet with a grimace, well all or nothing now. The cut on the back of his hand would doubtless scar over giving him a constant reminder of what he'd signed up for. Now he had no choice in the matter: he wiped the blade on the ground, removing his blood, and stuck it in the dirt, leaving it to whoever needed to use it. "[b]Guess that settles that.[/b]" he said cheerily and waited.