[Wizard's Thumb] I Know Nothing

[Hadrian]

Hadrian smiled. It was small and strangely vulnerable, and then he reached out his finger to prick it upon Eyris' knife. With a quick flurry of hydromancy, he willed the liquid in his blood to spell out his name upon Her contract. Hadrian Aelius, till death do us part. Then, not sure what to do next, he held his arms out to Rifen. He still wasn't quite sure why the Fyrdenese weren't just Summoned outright, but he supposed it was a clever sort of immigration control to bind them to a soul from Mizahar, the better to keep them from taking over. Perhaps they could take over. Perhaps Fyrden had been a paradise once, but the six races had made it what it was now. He didn't know, but he hoped to know. There couldn't be secrets between a wizard and a familiar, could there? They shared soul. "I'm ready," he announced, both for the bond, and to let this door to Fyrden shut until he could find proper men and women to bond with the others.