"We'll have to wait and see. Nothing more can be done really, now that we don't have the Oath."
Mhairi sips on her coffee.
"We decided to do away with the Oath because of yes, Swearing to Sovereigns not your own, but the weight of the Oaths and Broken Pledges hanging on our shoulders." Mhairi gestures to herself and Sasha.
"I understand the Fear we have now. Without the Oath or a Pledge making sure these new Lost aren't our enemies, we really don't know. That's a thought that's kept me up at night." Mhairi freely admits.
"So if we ask of Pledges of Good Intent, how long would they last? A day? A week? A Season? What happens when the whomever we've Sworn this Pledge with leaves, you know that can happen, we'll carry the weight of that broken pledge. Whatever the Sanction, we'll be burned. The Wyrd will snap back at us."
Mhairi shakes her head,
"I'm not saying that I don't want a Pledge to protect us, and them, but I'm worried about what will comes of it."