Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

His fear deepened into something primal when the dragon's roar filled the air. It was a sound he had heard before, albeit at a distance, and it made his blood run cold. The effect on the cannibal was similar. The man froze with a hand raised to strike, still hovering over the prone Korbin. When Loren's voice sounded, the cannibal spun around, ready to charge - but immediately balked at the sight of the massive dragon.

Korbin too blanched upon seeing it, and scuffled backwards in the snow, trying to get away from both the scaled beast and the cannibal. His arm still hurt like mad, but for some reason it didn't cause him to black out like it had a moment ago. Wild-eyed, clutching at his broken arm with the free hand, he watched the cannibal weigh his options, eying the barren tundra far away, the craggy mountains surrounding them, and Loren's presence.

And something seemed to snap within the exile. Without even so much as a weapon in hand, he charged the Healer head on, with a crazed look in his eyes and spit frothing at the mouth. Laughing manaiacally as he went.

Swearing, Korbin rolled up onto his knees and lauched himself onto the man, trying to knock him over, to prevent him reaching the other man. He didn't even think, just acted on pure instinct.

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.