A look around the room after she had stripped, allowing them their fun briefly before his gaze silenced them.  With his finger he touches the area she indicated, looking to her eyes for a look, a sign of approval before he marks her.<br/><br/>Bending to her, speaking to her, quietly, but not secretly, the others can hear plainly, "It will touch you but for a three count, it will hurt much longer then that, scream all you want but do not move.  The brand is lovely unless there is a smear."<br/><br/>Standing then he pulls forth the iron, near white hot, the symbol of the thirteen glowing at the tip, which he show to the others quickly, then places it on her flesh, counting out loud, "one, two, three", the brand removed and places back in the brazier.<br/><br/>The pain would not truly hit her until almost to the three, so hot the iron, also a little hidden pinch higher on her thigh, cutting off a nerve for a moment to help as he could.  His bare hand holds her to the table, the gloved on keeping her hands from reaching back to cover the mark.<br/><br/>Amron let her scream, keeping her still against the table top, waiting till the screams stop, then looking at the others says, "This is our thirteenth, we are whole again."<br/><br/>Despite any voting against, any looks of disagreement at the choice, the rest of the room stands and applauds, every man welcoming her, as a friend and sister, if she were to look at the faces she would see that, at this moment at least, she is accepted.<br/><br/>Amron helps her stand, then takes his jacket to cover her, draping it gently over her shoulders saying, "You will want to leave that bare for a bit, there should be a knock in a moment, ice to cool the burn."  Looking at her as a proud father would he says, "Welcome Lhurriel, and for what it's worth, the brand looks quite clean."