Jo looked around the table, taking a moment to see every face, for the better and worse of this promise. The potential of what might and acknowledgement of what she would do the second any one of them reneged in speaking now or in the inevitably of betrayal later.


"All of my faith and trust that can, and is, stands with Sokka Aquam," and it always has. Under the fingers of her hands, hooked at her pockets, is a iron pocketwatch his symbol has never once come off of since its charming in fourth year.

She straightened her shoulders. Professional, but casual.
Her life has been made of oaths and charms and secrets.
The links that forge between something of an old hat.


"I swear my loyalty to the Order of the Jobberknoll."

"To the secrecy of each of its members."

"To its headquarters, and mission."