You were a friend of herons and had met Kofi on the beach. You two had officially became a couple after the war.

You were now laying atop Kofi in the small home you shared on the border of a village tracing his scars. "What's this one from?" You ask tracing the scar that went across his shoulder. "It is from a man I fought in the arena" he says stroking your hair " he was a good fighter but no match for me" he laughs.