"Gwynevere, that is not necessary. Please." Eli glared at Noiratrom from beneath his hood. [i]"I have slain many a Slaaneshi. Many of them claiming the loss of their gods at the hands of another. But that isn't enough for me to buy your trust. What do you plan on doing? How did you gain your powers? I must know."[/i] Noiratrom then explains his story to the both of them, because typing it all out would take an eternity. I did write his bio. He then explains his plan to defeat Tzeentch. Halfway through the story, Eli had already put his blade down. [i]"Hmph. A benevolent chaos god. Well, I know Isha well. We speak often. If it is the truth that she remains with you, I am willing to follow."[/i] "So then, do you pledge yourself to the Verdant Sentinels?" Eli pondered. [i]"Yes. But not for you."[/i] He looks at Gwynevere. [i]"For her."[/i] He then kneels before Gwynnie, holding his blade flat on his hands. His head hanging low. [i]"I pledge myself to the Grove. As knight. As defender of the people. Of the king."[/i] Noiratrom raised any eyebrow, but with a smile. He put his hand on Gwynevere's shoulders, nodding at her. "With Gwynevere the swift as my body and soul, I grant her the powers of proclamation." In a sense, he was basically telling her to do it.