Serbitar followed the man to the center of the colony, still holding the hand. He carefully listened to the governor speech. Serbitar knew this is calling for him. He had nothing left in this colony, even his own soul is lost for the curse he brought upon himself. Finally here is an opportunity to redeem himself. As the governor finished speaking, the man to which Serbitar was holding raised his hand and started to walk forward. Serbitar joined him, and followed the man to the front. He would of done so anyways, why not do it together, might lessen the tension like that. As they reached the centre Serbitar put his hand on the man’s shoulder, noticing that this man knows the odds of getting out without a scratch. “don’t worry friend. You aren’t the only volunteer one in this. Oh and the names Serbitar.” A sincere smile drew on his face. Serbitar was not afraid, for him it was an easy choice. Either redeem himself, or die trying.