"Sybielle." He echoes, repeating her name softly. Yes, it all made sense now.<br/><br/>There had been few other children amongst the Brotherhood. Konrad had mainly been kept apart from them - he had even seen himself as their superiors, even of those slightly older than him - but he had met most of them over the course of the years he had spent under Balthasars tutelage. The memories flooded back to that time.<br/><br/>---<br/>Sybielle, he recalled, had been very young back then, younger then himself. Her father had been one of the Nine and she had been raised in the fortress. She was young enough that her memory of that time would be very vague. That is why they had chosen to put the 'Tattoo' on her. Too young to understand its importance, old enough to withstand the pain. That is all that would remain of that time period in her mind - the pain from the Tattoo. He doubted she knew - either back then or now - of the importance of what she bore on her back.<br/><br/>Standing this close to her he could feel the power of it clawing at him. Patience, he reminded himself. He must act with patience. There would be plenty of time to decipher her back.<br/><br/>"Blue Stones, the Chamberman outside will show you to your new quarters, where awaits a Deed to new lands along with the terms of your new...contract." He says, dismissing his most faithful servant. He comes to stand in front of the two of them.<br/><br/>"Sybielle." He says once more, turning to look at her. "I apologize for the manner in which you were escorted here, but all will be explained in due time. I imagine that you will want to bathe, freshen up, and eat? Quarters next to mine have been arranged for you."