Song listened to him as he told the sad story. She took a palmful of the oil mixed with sage, lavender and witchhazle and rubbed her hands together. She look on his naked back covered with scars of various sizes. She sat on the bed and applied a small amount to his neck as the back of her hand scoots locks to the right falling on the pillow. " I am sure your father protected you somewhat. Your step-mother, hated you and upon his death, you were sold? I have heard stories that many miners and soldiers are bastards of lords. My life began in a lovely village, my father was a trader and my mother a simple peasant. They grew up together and I was raised with two sister and two brothers. A rival lord took over the village and my father was killed. Mother was forced to take us to the city. I was ten and being old enough, I managed to help steal, beg and work as I grew older. A group of dancers came to town, my mother could not afford to keep me. She sent me away with them. I don't know if money exchanged hands. I have been dancing for six years. Now that I am of age, I can travel on my own. I left the troop and am going to the Mainland to Dance for Lords there. If I am good enough I may even dance for the emperor."<br/>As she spoke she massaged lightly over firm muscles, healing wounds, and bruises. "Your healing nicely and more relaxed. I think the bath helped. How do feel?"