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There was an odd grace in the way that he chopped the logs. It was a difficult thing to bring that to the simple and mundane task of splitting logs, but he managed to do it. His movements were fluid and continuous, striking each log perfectly with practiced precision, never biting deeper than he intended to, never having to yank the silver ax-head from the stump that he used as a support for the logs. He was a tall man, standing just over the average, but not by much. He was currently shirtless, despite the chill of the oncoming evening, having worked up a sweat chopping the logs, showing the lean, hard muscle underneath a skin marred by scars and tattoos. He had one on his chest of a black panther, teeth barred, signifying his accomplishment of defeating over 10 opponents in official single combat. One of a black spider over the back of his right hand showed that he was once a general in the Southern Kingdoms, a snake wrapped around his left arm, indicating his status as the Queen's champion. The Eagle on his back, with wings flared and talons flashing, showed that he had taken over 20 lives in single combat. These were complemented by the scars that covered his body, arms, legs, torso, to one across his right cheek.

He was overall a handsome man, with steely grey eyes, complemented by the sharp contrast of his jet-black hair, long enough to be tied back rigidly at the nape of his neck. The one discipline that he maintained from his past was the shaving of the sides of his head, proudly showing his status as a bladesman. He was clean shaven, and he had a strong jaw, firm, set with a small cleft over his chin. He took a break from his work, grabbing a towel that had been on the branch of a nearby tree to wipe the sweat from his face. His skin was oddly pale, not a sickly hue, more like marble, hard and strong. At the sound of a call, he spun around, ax still held loosely in his hands.

He smiled when he saw Kora, toting her bow and trudging up the path to their home. She was a natural with the weapon, aiming and distance judging a second nature to her. Keiro himself had never taken to it, although he had put a lot of effort into training with the bow for the sake of hunting. He was a decent shot, but not much good outside of 20 yards. In a couple months of training, the little tyke would be better than him, and she would do the hunting and tracking while he took care of the traps and their small plantation behind the house, along with the general upkeep of the place, woodcutting and other items.

His smile disappeared and his light eyes narrowed as it was apparent that the child wasn't alone. He rested the ax on the ground, the head resting in his powerful hands, his eyes watching the other person's movements carefully. It was a woman, an elf woman, no less. His jaw clenched imperceptibly and his hands gripped the ax a bit tighter. Elves weren't usually seen around these parts, and the last time he had had contact with any was during the war, where he had been fighting with and against them. His Queen had ordered him to take a legion of his finest fighters to reinforce their allies among the elven clans.

"Kora," Keiro said softly," Get our guest a drink from the well, she must be thirsty," He smiled. The girl smiled back.

"Yes Pappa," She chirped and rushed over to their well, where she began letting a wooden bucket down. Keiro stepped forward, the ax still resting loosely in his hands.

"It's been a while since we have had Elves in these lands. Almost too long," He smiled, placing the ax on a nearby surface and offered his hand to her," My name is Keiro, and that would be my daughter Kora. You are welcome to share our meal and fire, and we have a spare bed should you need it. We don't get many visitors out here, being so far out of the way," He smiled, as Kora approached with a cup of cool water.

"Where are you from?" The child asked.

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