Levine held the goblet in hand and approached the half-elf Galavandis Ruarc. The look on her face was nervous after seeing the much more imposing Isala fall to the ground unconscious after doing just what was being asked of her now. Levine held it out and the elf slowly took it into her lightly shaking hands. She brought the goblet up to a set of quivering lips before slowly tipping it and letting the blood flow into her throat. Levine took the back back from her and mere seconds later the elf's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fell entirely silent. Marc waited, eagerly expecting the elf to survive and join the ranks of the wardens; however he was disappointed. Galavandis let out a loud cough, then another and then brought her hands to her throat. She let out several rasping breaths before falling to her knees. She looked up, her eyes were white yet still quite sad as she peered into those of Commander Levine. He could see the reflection of the full moon bouncing off of the large spheres in front of him until he shut his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could muster. Levine wanted to help her, end her misery perhaps, but he did not want to look weak in front of the others. Despite his desire to do something for Val, he let her choke and move on to Maas. "I know you've said that you don't want to join the order. But there is enough left for you in this chalice now if you've changed your mind. We need all of the wardens we can get." Levine had extracted enough blood for all of the recruits to drink as well as Maas. He'd been hoping that after he witnessed the joining he might feel the need to show his strength and endure it himself. After all the more hands they had on deck capable of killing the Archdemon the better.