The sorcerer smiles.
'Then you shall join me!' he laughs.
'But first I must secure your genuine loyalty.'
His hand settles on your forehead.
He closes his eyes and concentrates.
You feel your will draining.
Your fighting spirit is leaving you.
After several moments he releases his grip.
You stand free in front of him.
Will you bow down and salute him as your master ?,
or grab your sword and run him through ?