Kyron sat in the yard of the old brewery, enjoying the sun. He watched two sparrows playing in a small puddle that was left over from the heavy rain some hours ago. Exhausted, he yawned. The night before had been a sleepless one.

At first he didn't hear his nephew talking to him. Carus was sitting on a low brick wall that bordered the small herb garden. Across his knees sat an old book which Kyron had gifted him many years ago. It was really old and leather bound. Carus had filled it with drawings over the years. He smiled softly while remembering the day he had gifted the sketch book to the younger man.

Carus had grown up since then, but was on the short side for being 19.
„Did you fall asleep ?“ Carus grinned. „Seems like you didn’t sleep well.“
„No, I was only lost in memories,“ Kyron said. „If you had been through what I had you wouldn't have slept much either.“
„Memories.. ?“ Carus looked at his uncle and raised his eyebrows. „Do I really want to know what kind of memories ?“
„No.. not really,“ the older man smiled innocently,„but I can fill you in on the details if you like.“ Kyron grinned knowing that Carus did not want to hear about what had happened the night before even if it was a good night.
Kyron had the pleasure of spending the night alone in the company of a woman he had met at the tavern. His smile made that clear and Carus knew exactly what his uncle was talking about.

„Please don't,“ Carus looked at his still grinning uncle. His face made it clear that he didn’t want any details.
Kyron laughed. „That look on your face is simply perfect.“
„Sometimes I really hate you,“ Carus said.
Amused, Kyron ruffled his nephew's short hair who in return grumbled and glared at him. Kyron knew that the young man liked it, but was too prideful to admit it at the moment. Carus looked down at his half finished drawing in concentration.

„Is everything all right ?“ Kyron asked, watching Carus closely.
The young man sighed.
„Aye,“ Carus waited way too long until he continued.“Is that guy still angry cause I let all his sheep die ?“
Looking at his nephew Kyron recognized that Carus still felt guilty about it.
„He is still grumpy.. yes. I tried to explain everything and gave him enough gold so he can buy even more sheep than he had before,“ Kyron smiled softly.

„It's alright,“ Kyron said studying his nephew who was still concentrated on his sketch book, „but I hope you learned something from it. I know it wasn't nice of me to bring you into a situation like that, but in all fairness I did try to warn you that you should wait until your wounds had completely healed and you didn't listen to me.“
„Yes, I know,“ Carus said in a low voice and rubbed the back of his neck finally looking up from his book and at his uncle.
„We all have to learn the hard way sometimes,“ Kyron gave him an encouraging smile. „But I had to do it. I had to make you see what could happen while it was only sheep on the line.“

Carus had his arm broken several weeks ago. Kyron had told him that it would be best to spare the arm extra work until it was completely healed. For several days he had followed his uncle's advice, but then feeling a bit better he began to complain and said that he was ready to return to guard duty again.
Kyron tried to reason with him that he still needed to rest for his arm to heal and that he knew Carus was still in pain, but didn't want to admit it. They pair had it out and at the end of the argument Kyron decided to teach his nephew an important lesson.
He allowed the the young man to return to duty on a sheep farm belonging to an elderly man. If his arm had been healed it would easily have been a boring job for Carus, but the pain in his arm caused exhaustion that led to him falling asleep. While he slept all tweleve of the farmer's sheep were killed by a rabid wolf.
Kyron had then watched it from afar to ensure the wolf didn't turn on the the young man, but he didn't interfere so that Carus would learn what his stubbornness could lead to.

Carus sighted. He felt like an Idiot. He never had expected that a broken arm could cause such trouble. He should have listen to his uncle from the beginning.
„I am sorry.“ He mumbled. „It will never happen again.“ He looked at his uncle.
Kyron looked Carus over.His smile was warm and reassuring. „We all make mistakes. Make the best out of it.“ Kyron knew that the words of his nephew were honest and that Carus regretted what happened to the old man.

Weeks later Kyron decided to write a small book about what happened with the old sheep herder that is now used to show that it is not a good idea to return to duty when you are still ill or injured.
The name of the book is „The Sheep of Kilsith.“

Description of Kyron:

Surname: None
Name: Kyron
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 181 cm
Weight: 80 kg
Age: 44
Sexuality: Straight

Family:

Kyron has a 21 year old nephew (Carus) and a younger brother (Areios). Areios begged Kyron to raise and protect his 3 year old son before he disappeard for 18 years.

Remarkable Features:

He is able to wield divine powers given to him by the goddess of death.

Apperance:

brawny built, very Short black hair, stubbles, angular features. He has blue eyes and tanned skin. Normaly wears a dark armor, black shirts, dark leater pants and dark metal embossed leather boots. Kyron is average sized for a man (181 cm).
He as a big black scorpion tattoo on his back.

Behavior:

Self confident ,stubborn, bullhead, grave but has a very black humor. He loves his family (his brother and Carus) and is loyal to the Defenders of Kuppelstadt. He loves his nephew like his own son but does not show it very often in public.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

His biggest strength and also his biggest weakness are the love for his nephew and his brother.