"Ah, yes, these" he shrugged, as if they were mere accesories that were too mundane to even speak about. "They come from many things. The oldest ones are from whips, for the first aspect of war we were taught in Bahrat Su is pain. Before we are taught how to wield weapons, we are taught about the pain they can cause..It is believed that, in this way, we will not abuse our privilege of wielding weapons"<br/><br/>He traced a finger over a long gash across his cheek, it was skin deep but very visible. "We are asked to kneel and lower our head as they whip us, but I was a proud boy, so refused, hence I have scars on my face as opposed to only my body..Luckily, the priestess was kind enough to give me scars that adds to my masculine charms instead of ones that leaves me horribly disfigured" he chuckled. He was about to open his mouth once more, but another guest arrived, an older man who Florence knew to be a Baron named Geoffrey Montgomery.<br/><br/>"Prince Iskander" the Baron said, taking off his tall hat. "Perhaps I could bother you about matters of the state? I am here on the behalf of the Royal family"<br/><br/>The young man looked up at the baron from his seated position and waved his hand. "Please, Baron. Sit down, we can talk here..We will have to continue our bussiness conversation later, lady Florence, come to the main house in an hour or so"