| Khantos Graymaw |
When his name is called Khantos steps forward. At just under 6 feet tall, Bremont towers above him. His exposed back and chest reveal intricate tribal tattoos that run across his flesh. His dull silver eyes lock with Bremonts as he stands completely motionless, waiting for his initiation as a Hunter.
Unspeaking, Bremont lifts one of the the burning rods and pushes it into the bare flesh of Khantos, just below the collarbone. Matching his relative, not a single sound escapes Khantos other than the searing of flesh. He remains completely still, eyes continuously locked with Bremonts. Only the beads of sweat that roll down his neck betray any reaction to his burning skin. When the mark of the hunter had finally been made upon his person, Khantos steps back into the ranks of the other initiates.