Arren pouted. He hated being ignored. How could his master just ignore him?! He wanted attention. He NEEDED attention. If there was one thing Arren hated, it was being ignored. He watched his master leave the room, and quietly followed. He waited outside the door and watched his master scan the map.
He walked up quietly behind him, taking to his right side. He watched the map and the marks his master made. Arren's blue eyes looked at his master. He wondered what his real name is. All he was called by others was, The Master of Shadows. He was older than him, but not elderly. Arren put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Master seems stressed. I would like to recommend a massage, so your body will relax and your mind focus on these terrible problems." Arren whispered, his voice smooth as honey.
His master sighed. "If you sneak around like that you'll get stabbed. But yes. I do need a massage." He said. Arren smiled. He removed his masters shirt and cape and spread a gentle oil on his back. Arren then went to work, his fingers skilled. He knew exactly where to massage to satisfy his master. He made sure to focus on every nerve and every muscle. He listened to every little sound of pain or relief, and moved according to it. He scanned his back and shoulders for every little scar. Wondering what story the scars held, he continued massaging his back with great skill. Arren even slipped a bit of magic into his fingers, to make sure he got every stuck nerve and tense muscle.