He pauses, turning to face her as she uses her name. His face remains emotionless, his eyes cold as they focus on her. A fist clenches then unclenches before he speaks.<br/><br/>"Prisoner?" Another pause. "You are both prisoner and refugee. I brought you here against your will, but if you leave you will be killed - not by me - but by those who killed your father - your real father." He hisses at her, waiting only a moment for the words to sink in. "You may not recall, but when you were very young you lived in a place not far from here. I lived there too. We lived with the Brotherhood of the Prophecy and your father was one of the Nine, your mother a follower of the faith. Those that call themselves the Seekers of the Light now, laid Seige to the monastery fortress we called home. All of the Brotherhoods life's work would be lost." He circles around her again. "To save their work, they performed a sacred right that had not been performed in over a thousand years. It would impart their knowledge in the form of a tattoo, thus allowing their work to survive. The tattoo can be deciphered by those with the right knowledge. But how to get the tattoo out of the seige?" He pauses again, allowing the words to sink in once more. "A child, one who was young and unknowing of their ways, would be used. That child would be allowed to leave freely, unknowing of what she carried on her  back." Another pause. "That child was you!" He pauses behind her, hands moving quickly to rip the back of her dress, exposing the tattoo.<br/><br/>His eyes widen as they finally look upon that which he had sought his entire life, that which had finally been delivered to him. His heart beat furiously, pounding in his ears as his eyes trail over the lines and curves.