Keiro smiled. Despite his less than trusting feelings towards the elf, compliments on his cooking, which were generally sparse when coming from Korra's mouth, always warmed his heart a little," Thank you. Please, dig..." He paused as she carried on with what he had suggested before he had even suggested it. Korra giggled annoyingly and he shot her an annoyed glance before beginning to eat himself. A couple spoonfuls of soup were followed by a bite out of the buttered bread, his eyes rising to see that the elf's distast for the butter. Or the bread. He shrugged, taking another few spoonfuls of his food hungrily.

He looked up when the elf spoke again," I... well, I don't feel the constant need to be surrounded by other people, although Korra does have several friends in the nearby village. When we need company we head over there. It's only a few hours hike to the south," He shrugged, taking another spoonful of soup before answering her second question," Well... not a terrible lot. The occasional trapper. Mercenaries come along here as well. Hunters, travelers. Pilgrims come around as we are near the straightest road to the Temple of the Fates in Algram," He shrugged," Everyone has good stories to tell about where they are from, so we offer them a place to stay and some food in exchange. Korra loves stories, as do I," He smiled.

"Speaking of," He had finished the soup, and was mopping up the dregs with his bread," That it quite the blade you carry. Where did you come across it?"