400 The Oath

Arran feigned mild curiosity as he looked at the white disc the Governor had placed on the table before him. Though he already knew what it was, it would not do to let his host know about that.

"What is this thing?" he asked, trying his best to seem neither too interested nor too confident.

"It's an oath disc," the Governor replied. "An artifact supplied by the church, to ensure that those who swear allegiance to the Imperium are bound to their oaths."

Arran raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like magic."

"A dangerous thing to suggest," the Governor said with a chuckle, though his eyes carried a hint of warning. "And doubly so if there is any truth to it."

"Then I will speak no more of it," Arran replied. As casual as the old man's tone had been, his expression suggested that the words were not to be taken lightly. "But what am I supposed to do with this… oath disc?"