[i]An unbreakable vow.[/i] Percy's eyes never left the caged witch. Was that really how they planned to keep her in check? Through an oath? 

One of the Aurors stepped forward - a tanned man with hints of grey in his dark moustache, wearing a long black coat and bowler hat - and extended a hand toward Percy's wand. Reluctantly, he handed it to him. The Auror turned and spoke with a commanding voice to the caged witch. [COLOR=MediumAquaMarine]"Give him your arm."[/COLOR] He beckoned for Percy to join him beside the cage. 

A man who had sat on the lower benches to his left rose and began to limp toward the center. He held a small rectangular box under his arm, which when he opened it revealed a sinister looking wand. The man caught his look and muttered [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"English oak, phoenix core. It could've been a beautiful thing, really. Such a shame."[/COLOR] The old man stared at it with a sad smile, before handing it to the Auror as well. 

[COLOR=MediumAquaMarine]"Please take her hand Mister Dumas. You'll need to-"[/COLOR] 

[COLOR=WHEAT]"Yes I know. I've done this before."[/COLOR] Percy interjected. He had made many, back when he had worked for Émilie Lévêque as an associate to her Alchemists' guild. Mostly vows that promised secrecy, but sometimes also to make sure that whatever valuable items were transported wouldn't be stolen or sold by the guild's own associates. 

The Auror sniffed loudly. [COLOR=MediumAquaMarine]"Fine."[/COLOR] He took a crumpled piece of paper out of his coat pocket. [COLOR=MediumAquaMarine]"These are the vows you're expected to make."[/COLOR] 

Percy skimmed them quickly, then nodded. [COLOR=WHEAT]"Let's begin."[/COLOR] The Auror took both their wands, and placed the tips against their clutched hands. A fiery red-hot wire wound itself around their hands. Percy stared hard at the caged witch. [COLOR=WHEAT]"Will you, Nerissa Wyrmstone, vow not to harm any that I would deem innocent, be it kobold, muggleborn, or otherwise?"[/COLOR] His voice was calm and level. [COLOR=WHEAT]"And will you, to the best of your ability, carry out this mission as will be instructed?"[/COLOR] He had his doubts there. No one seemed to know exactly what dangers this mission entailed. [COLOR=WHEAT]"Lastly, will you promise not to kill me, or yourself with intent and promise to aid me in completing my mission?"[/COLOR] 

Once he received her affirmation, Percy was ready to let go. Yet the Auror stopped him. [COLOR=MediumAquaMarine]"I'm sorry Mister Dumas, but the prisoner demanded that you hold up your end of the bargain as well."[/COLOR] Percy's brow furrowed. 

[COLOR=WHEAT]"As long as it's reasonable."[/COLOR]