Xion walked into the large temple with Boris sound asleep at his shoulder. The walk here had been a long one, but after seeing many people and many fights Xion had discovered he may need something to follow and believe in, and due to his love of the sword he chose this goddess as his own.
He walked down the center of the first floor until reaching a large statue of a woman holding a sword as though it were an extension of her arm, this being a respectable trait in Xion's mind. She stood tall, with the look of an elf, and the statue managed to capture her heir of confidence, without overconfidence.
"Goddess Veronna, I Xion Flayle have reached a level of grace with my long-sword that has been long forgotten outside of these walls. I pledge myself to you and your ways of the blade with hopes that you take me under and show me the way to sword perfection. I pledge in wait for a response."
And with that Xion lowered onto his knees, placing the shards of his shattered sword before him and closing his eyes. He could wait as long as it would take.
((Edit: You say for now less good then neutral evil, and Xion changes for not even a god. ^.^ ignore this post))