Ramm stood over one of the empty spots at the table. He wasn't going to sit down so he just leaned against the table and his weight pressed it down on his side. He used the graphite to draw a big 'X' at the signature spot and then stood up again and leaned once more against the wall.

"You may have my signature for this guild but I refuse to give you my blood. Are we dealing with a cult or is this an endeavor of grand adventure?" He questioned. "I've had my business in shady dealings before and not once have they asked for my blood. I will not make practice of spreading it around. I do not trust men that would want it. I am no master of magic but I do know it can be used for ill in the wrong hands." He looked at the others already bleeding themselves for this cause and scoffed. "I will bleed for you in real combat but in paperwork? No! To think they could make paperwork more painful."

Ramm also seemed to skip the part where he couldn't read...