She nodded preferring be able to try them in the privacy of his chamber if only because the lingering threat that blonde woman made was at the forefront of her mind. In the White City she did not need to worry about assassination attempts, there the people were terrified of her. Terrified of the wicked curses she could work and the shadows that seemed to darken around her. In Andral people came to her if they wished to end the life of another, not that she often obliged. Here she was vulnerable, magic was all well and good but if that woman was desperate enough there were only so many things she could defend against, only so many invulnerability charms she could craft with her limited supplies. It made her nervous and she did not like that feeling.<br/><br/>His description of the ritual and why it was important, what it represented allowed her to educate herself about the people she would be spending the next several months with. "I do understand Warlord." she said in a soft tone as she followed after him down the winding halls of the mountain fortress. "But you know I'm not from here, your traditions are strange to me. To brand someone, unless they are a prostitute is a punishable offense in Andral. I'm sure it was a law implemented with the intention of painting your people in a bad light.” She paused for a moment fingering one of the charms around her wrist feeling the familiar hum of magic, it calmed her.<br/><br/>“That being said I…apologize if I offended you when I compared it to the branding of life stock. I understand it means a great deal. That’s why I agreed to go through with it, not simply because that woman got under my skin. If I am to gain some manner of respect with your people it would be wise if I went through all the rituals a true mistress would. If not I’m inviting more women like her to challenge me and that’s simply not acceptable. I may not be battle hardened like them, but I can hold my own….you’ll see.”<br/><br/>When they approached the door she stopped speaking worried someone might overhear their discussion. Silently she followed him into the large chamber taking a moment to look around. In the center was a plush cushion evidently meant for someone to kneel on “Where do you generally place your mark Warlord?” she questioned.