Khouin watched as Kylyn paid the man and then reached into his own pockets withdrawing four gold cons.
Walking forwards he clapped a hand on the mans shoulder, "Here you are my good man!" He boomed in a masterfully put on fake voice, when the owner left Khouin drew his bow and fired two dozen shots at the target untill he ran out of arrows in his first quiver.
Kylyen then spoke up and he listened intently.
"Ok Khouin, after my father died I was plagued with grief and anger especially to the humans that had been the cause of my fathers death. I joined in the Great Elven War, near the end and fought a skirmish on the borders of our fair forests. We won there, and I took the life of the swordsman who took my fathers life, I took a lot of lives that day. I felt nothing for them during the battle, but my grief didn't subside. I asked the kings advisor to what I should do, he told me to travel to Dremoria and find my answers here. So I left and here I wound up, after seeing how they live all I feel is pity for them."
Khouin took a moment to think while he retrieved a hipflask of elven water, the cool healing water sooth his throat and he felt the pain of his recently healed injuries.
"What brings you here then, you have marks on your wrists as if you were bound?" Kylyn then asked
Khouin glanced down at his wrists and saw that his shirt had risen up revealing the scars on his wrists. Softly he began, "Yes I was bound, not long before I came here my Brother, Reneris Arkstar and my Father, Basan Arkstar were murdered" he stopped as painfull memories rose up again, "We were ambushed by a band of Dark Elf assassins, almost two hundred Dark Elves assailed us as we gained the top of a small ridge, after a while Reneris saw that there was no hope of us surviving even though we had killed many, he charged into the middle of a group of the assassins and yelled at us to flee"
Khouin reached up for the saphire gemstone hung around his neck, one of three.
"My father and I managed to fight my way free but he was soon struck down by the poisen of one of his wounds, I carried his body to the top of a mountain and cremated him then scattered his ashes to a strong western wind" At this point Khouin seized his bow as anger and hatred resurfaced, drawing it he fired almost all of his arrows off target getting only one anywhere near the bullseye. "I decided to hunt the Dark Elf dogs back to their lair, I found them in a cave where they had dragged my brothers body and attacked the remaining thirty, I slew all but four of them untill I collapsed from exhaustion, they took me to the docks and strapped me to a crate on a small boat then cast it off into the sea, I walked the line between life and death many times through those days before I was washed ashore, I do not remember the following weeks nor do I wish to, I beleive I went slightly mad during those days after recovering I headed here and here I am" Khouin finished "I took these stones from the hilts of my brothers and fathers swords" he pointed at the saphire and emerald respectively "They remaind me of those days and what can happen when revenge consumes you, it nearly killed me but I survived, so I to know the feelings of revenge however I fear mine may have been worse, imagine your grief for your father who raised you and cared for you and taught you, now imagine that you have fought alongside him in the direst of times, took blades and arrows for him and saved each others lives many times over..that is what I feel"
As he mentioned his wounds Khouin lifted his shirt and pointed to a long ropy scar across his ribs, "That wound have decapitaded my brother if I had not knocked it with my chest, another in my left calf was from when an orc warlord tried to drive a sword through my fathers chest from the ground, most of these scars were earned by defending my family and they both had many more than me" He pulled his shirt up so that Kylyn could see all of his many scars.
"That one I would have killed me if your father had not stopped the blow with his shield" He spoke with pride "You should mourn him but do not let revenge or grief consume you"