There's no contract to sign, no oath to swear. The enlistment procedure is to unsheathe your sword and point it at the enemy.
There is no road of flowers leading to glory
— Jean de La Fontaine
"Me, a warrior. Finally, a chance to be part of something important. A chance to use my sword... my arm... and maybe, even my blood..."
— Pippin, speaking over a mounting drum roll in Pippin
You can tell Iím lying, huh? Thatís awesome. So youíll know Iím telling the truth when I say your team hate your guts. They know you care more about rising from your position as the seventh most prominent member of the Protectorate than you do about them or the city.