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His reading had been more than informative, although it had taken him hours to find the right passage. His reading in the elven tongue, once sharp out of necessity to read troop movements and the like, had long grown rusty. It was a complex language to speak, much less read, very much less write. The format of the blade had been what he had seen, but the signs and writing on it, if there was any, had been invisible to him, so he had to go on what he knew about the scabbard and kind of sword. It took him most of the night, but he finally found what that sword meant. What he found sent a chill down his spine as he looked up from the book, his eyes red from lack of sleep as the sun began peeking out from the edge of the horizon.

Korra, of course, was not far behind, and he coudl hear the half-asleep steps from their room as he leaned back, stretching his back. There was a dull ache behind his eyes, but he knew he couldn't sleep not yet. He pushed himself out of the chair and moved over the to pantry, pulling out a loaf of bread, lathering it with butter and honey and adding a skin of water and a portion of dried venison strips. The moment he was finished with the bag, Korra stepped out of her room, eyes narrowed, if still blurry from sleep.

"You didn't sleep last night, Pappa," She grumbled," Your bed is still made."

"Is yours?"

She nodded and plopped down in her seat," Why didn't you sleep last night, Pappa?"

"I had things to do, pumpkin," Was his answer as he placed the loaf of bread and a cup of cooled milk in front of her for breakfast. Honey wasn't something that she got to have often with her bread, so without asking further questions, she wolfed down the bread. While she did so, he packed some of the skins that they had hunted a little while ago, along with a couple of ivory trinkets cared out of the teeth of a bear that they had killed during the last winter," I have a job for you today Korra," Keiro said softly," I want you to take these skins and trinkets to town and sell them. And bring this," He pulled a necklace of bronce and gold beads," To Kel the miller, and ask him if he could put you up for a week or so until I get there."

Korra, ever intuitive narrowed her eyes again, wiping crumbs from the sides of her lips," What's happening Pappa?"

"Some bad people are going to be coming here, and I need to prepare the farm against their arrival. I don't want you to delay, though. Take Harsel," Their horse," You know who to sell the things to, right?"

She nodded, fear suddenly in her eyes as she put on a brave face. With Keiro's help, she was able to saddle the horse and placing her food and water in the sadllebag and seeing her off. He wondered if he should have told her. Told her that the bad people, or person in this case, was already here. Once Korra and the horse wout of sight, Keiro returned to the house. Underneath his bed, he pulled the loose floorboards and yanked a dusty chest out from inside. His armor was in the chest, but he left it where it was, wrapped in oiled cloth. He pulled out his sword, a hand-and-a-half blade that had seen him through more than his fair share of battles, as well as a pair of long knives that he strapped tio his waist. He strapped the sword to his back, pulling it out and applying it and the knives to a grindstone that he had in the house. He had something to eat before resting for a little while into the afternoon.

The sound of the barn door opening brought him back to himself, as the hinges were slightly rusted and they creaked loud enough for the entire countryside to hear. He pushed himself to his feet, stretching gently to get some blood flowing into his body again and he stepped out, facing the elf for a moment, rolling his neck as he smiled," I don't think you have been entirely honest with me, Shalan..."

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