The old man’s head was still on the desk when the question was asked. 

[color=464a4d]"Oh-! Uh-! Okay...! Um...How do you want it signed in blood?"[/color] The Raccoon asked as it seemed that she didn’t realize the reason he placed the needles on the table top. His arms fell from the desk and a rumbling could be heard coming from him. A loud thump could be heard as he shot up. 

[color=D4AF37]“SON OF A B–.”[/color] He cursed as he held his leg. Grimi kept hitting parts of his desk with parts of his body. It was something that looked really painful but like it was something that happened often. 

[color=D4AF37]“Urrgg. Sorry about that. Passed out and my legs got too cold. Cramps kill me.”[/color] Grimi admitted as he rubbed his legs. He noticed that the paper wasn’t filled out with blood and took it. Then he recalled that this person wanted to spread the truth. He reworded it in a way that would allow her and others to spread the information while hiding their identities. Anonymous helpers were listed at an anonymous place. The contract would also protect people from outside influences. If they accidently or forcibly gave away the information then the contract had a forgiveness clause. However, it further stipulated that if they tried to use this as a loophole in order to get the information out there then it would still hold true. The contract changed and he showed her how to sign in blood. 

He pricked his thumb and allowed it to pool over his thumb. Afterwards he placed his thumb in the rectangle at the top. His blood print filled the shape almost perfectly. Once finished he placed the bloody needle into an empty cup with some kind of liquid in it. Clear, however it smelt strange. After that he looked at them and smiled as he placed it fully in front of the group, while still being on the desk. Grimi noticed a jingling coming from his hood and started cursing in several languages. He pulled off the jester crown and revealed a normal looking crown on his hood. Someone kept playing with the old man by placing that on his hood. With a huff he slammed his head really hard into the desk. He groaned as he slowly passed back out. Snoring could once again be overheard.