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"Understood Sir, I agree it needed to be addressed. You have yourself and your clan to protect. I respect that greatly. It is good to hear you say what side you're on. If you're being truthful." Ombra watches Lazarus come up to him, not looking away. Nodding about the oath he lifts his hand, palm side up. He assumes this is how they'll do it. "Sounds good to me. And then perhaps we can discuss my other logs. I have observed all of the clans, not just this one."

Lazarus watched as the man's wrist was bared to him, his eyes growing large as his tongue slid behind his lips and across his fangs. "Yes, we shall speak of your notes, once i have settled this clan business." He placed his hand upon the other man's wrist, he lifting it slowly to his mouth. He gave the man one last chance to back down, waiting for but a moment before his fangs hit home in his wrist. Taking the blood of the Cainite into himself, feeling the sting of power in the blood, as well as the bitter taste of the iron-filled Vitae.

The amount the elder took from the male was hardly much. It was comparable to the amount one would get in a shot. He withdrew his fangs, licking the last remains of the blood from his lips before he grinned. "Well done, it is good to know I do not take a child into my clan." He extended his own wrist to the male, the veins just beneath the surface pulsing with the new blood that had just entered him. He grinning wide as his golden orbs fell open the male. "Swear your oath to this clan....and then drink." His eyes fell to Desmond. "Take note young blood, you will repeat his action."

Ombra nods, his gaze never faltering from Lazarus. " I swear an oath to the Tremere." Assuming it's enough, he takes the offered wrist and sinks in his own fangs. Drinking in the sweet blood, he stops after a moment. Licking the wound, he pulls away now. "Does that suffice?"

Desmond nodded knowing exactly what his elder meant. He had been studying in the library's and had hoped to gain some strengths to present to his elder before he took his oath. Desmond's cool green eyes fluttered to Ombra, he thought to himself that maybe he did bring some strength to his clan in a way. Desmond's eyes drifted back to the flesh in front of him, he could feel the power radiating from Lazarus. He raised his eyes to meet his elders eyes as he said his oath. "I swear my unlife to the Tremere and will strive to bring my clan strength and loyalty." He spoke firmly and proudly. He lowered his head to Lazarus's forearm and his fangs pierced the skin. He took but a sip but felt the rush of power from the combined strength of Lazarus's and Ombra's blood. He withdrew slowly to stand straight and present his own arm. He said "A taste for a taste. To the Tremere."

Lazarus grinned as the oath was spoken, a look of pride on his face as the young blood lowered his fangs to his wrist. An oath like that, that is what he expected. He was surprised at the brief taking of blood, but all the same, as the other drew back he gave a nod. "Elegant, professional. I am pleased with this Desmond." He glanced to Ombra, he giving the slightest nod to him before he lowered his mouth to the offer wrist. The bite was careful, but there was no power to mask the pain He taking the briefest of tastes, just enough to allow his blood to bond with that of the other male.

Ombra meets Lazarus's gaze when looked at. He remains silent throughout Desmond's joining. Now once it's done he addresses Lazarus again. "Sir, if it pleases you I can summon my notes to me. Either all of them or specific ones you desire."

Ombra nods, using the shadows to draw the Tremere books to him. "I do understand. You have no worries though, I am loyal to this clan. You are welcome to any of my notes. No other clan will get to see them. Not even Desmond knows what I've written about him."