While she talked, he worked, and listened. He could sympathize with her acting differently than what was natural - this was a tactic he employed in every waking moment of his, constantly speaking like an unintelligent fool so as to keep in practice.
He mumbled when she finished speaking, dropping the accent. "Yeah. Always good to be underestimated...."
He had finished repacking her wound, and had it wrapped expertly in several layers of linen bandages. He glanced up at her, and tilted a brow. Her face was still lined with cuts, and that nasty gash on her forehead. While he was being good to her, he figured he might as well finish the job. He grabbed a small glass jar of salve, and slid over to sit beside her head.
"Your story...it's different, but not too unlike mine. I wasn't inducted into where I came from...I was born into it. Up north, back in the Thunderblacks, there's a tribe, the people I was born into. Evil, savage people. People I don't dare go back to, especially not after all this time."
He unscrewed the jar. "This might sting a bit. Don't move." He dipped a finger into the pasty substance, and began to smear it generously over her cuts.
"These are the Sarbanes. Warbands that hunt anything with two legs for whatever they have, known occasionally for eating their victims when food is scarce. My parents...were a part of one such band. That's when I discovered that I didn't want to be around anymore. When a warrior is wounded, no matter how minor an injury, they are killed, and their possessions are spread throughout the tribe. My parents were one such pair. One day, the chieftain just....dropped my father's knife," with his free hand, he reached behind him, and unsheathed a large bowie knife, jamming it point down into the ground beside him, "and my mother's vambrace," he gestured to an archers wrist guard that dangled from the center support pole of the tent, "in my lap. I knew they weren't coming back. I was eleven. I left that night for Ketra. I've been on my own since then."
He finished applying the salve to her various cuts, and glanced down at her, jade-colored eyes hard. "That's me. Now we both know, huh?"