He nodded when she seemed to relax and he did so as well, picking the ax up and moving back over to the log that he had been chopping, sinking the blade into the wood to make sure that it kept it's edge until he would be using it again. He had a feeling it wouldn't be long," Kindness is a rare trait to find in the world, but you will find it most among the people of this land. I came here destitute, hunted and lacking in just about everything needed for survival in the wilderness. They took me in, taught me everything I needed to know, even helped me build this house," Shit, he thought. He shouldn't have mentioned that hunted bit," This place is a hard place to live in, and we mortals need to band together to survive," He was growing long winded, a habit and some could call it a talent from his past life. He chuckled and shook his head," I'm sorry, I talk too much when we have people around. It is the price that you will pay for staying with us, hearing me go on and on," He turned to the girl," Kora, please escort our guest to her room. Help her with anything that she might need. I have a few things I need to finish before I get started on dinner," He turned to the elf," Tell Kora here if you would like to be woken for the evening meal."

With that, he picked up some of the wood and began stacking it against the house. Moving quickly, he carried a few logs into the house and he started on preparing the evening meal. Potatoes, carrots and some roots that he had found in the woods gave it consistency, and with some diced and salted venison to add the flavor along with some spices, he mixed it into the pot and placed it over the fire. His mind was elsewhere, and he was working in a mechanical silence. The elf was no fool, he could tell, sensing danger in him as he had in her. She was a warrior elf, not that scarce but that blade was far too elegant work for her to be just any other warrior. Besides, no regular warrior ventured this far from her tribe anyways.

Truthfully, he didn't know why she was here, and that scared him. She knew that he was well spoken, and could probably place his origins from his accent. His tattoos had been clearly visible as well, so if she had been a spy for the queen, she would have something to report. Not many men shared his features.

If she tried to send a message to the Queen, he would kill her, he thought coldly as he felt the broth begin to boil.