The Expedition - Part 1

"I, Jorah, give mind, body and spirit in the service of my Master, Oliver Patrick. I swear to make his dreams a reality, within the bounds of our agreement," Jorah said. He had not intended to include that last portion. It seemed more like it was forced out of him, like something had pushed him to it.

When he opened his eyes again, and turned around, he didn't find the hostile environment that he had always expected to find upon swearing his oath. He'd always expected people to cast aside the false masks that they had shown him, to merely reveal their devilish inside.

Instead, he found the same warmth that they had presented to him before. More so, in fact. The dangerous youth that the student body had come to fear as Oliver Patrick, he gave him the best smile of any of them. A genuine, friendly smile. Not the smile a master gives a servant, but the smile that a friend gives another friend.