The aged Baron stood silently and unmoving as felicity crossed the room and knelt.  For a pause of time, he continued to gaze silently down at the girl before him.<br/><br/>Then she felt the touch of his hand, long withered fingers stroking and petting her hair.  For several moments more, he said nothing, just exploring the softness of Felicity's hair quietly.<br/><br/>Then he leaned forward and let his fingers roam over her ear and then follow her cheek and neck down to the brand upon her shoulder.  "What did your parents name you girl?" he asked in soft but cold voice clearly used to being heard and obeyed without the need to be raised.  "If it pleases my ears, perhaps you'll be allowed to keep it."