"I, Angus, hereby swear that I will not harm a single hair on your head. After ten days, our fates will be our own. If you break this oath, may you suffer divine punishment and be damned to the Nether River for eternity! If I break this oath, may the souls of my wife and daughter never know peace for all eternity."
The oath was exceptionally cruel, especially swearing on the souls of his deceased wife and missing daughter, which was a testament to his sincerity.
Lynch, the "hostage," looked conflicted for a moment before finally gritting his teeth. He repeated Angus's terms and swore a correspondingly cruel oath in the name of his faith in the Nether God and his honor as a Mage.
Once both parties had sworn their vicious oaths, Angus seemed to let out a sigh of relief, his tense expression softening.
He shouted, "Thank you, Lord Lynch, for sparing our lives! My apologies for the trouble!"
