KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He had to strain his ears to hear what Loren said, but didn't dare look away from where he was going. "Oh? What kind of abilities?" It piqued his curiosity. He was aware of people having multiple shifts - not least from seeing Loren change between them - but anything else had not really dawned on him as special.
"I see. Does it ever... I don't know... Worry you? That you're dealing with forces you can't explain." Korbin wondered at the farreaching consequences of the magic. Where had that meat Loren summoned come from? Was an animal walking without a chunk of muscle somewhere? Had a hunter been robbed of a morsel of game? Was it conjured from nothing, created out of thin air, with no relation to anything that already existed?
Pointless questions for someone who didn't even have magic, but he was still fascinated by the subject.
"I see. Does it ever... I don't know... Worry you? That you're dealing with forces you can't explain." Korbin wondered at the farreaching consequences of the magic. Where had that meat Loren summoned come from? Was an animal walking without a chunk of muscle somewhere? Had a hunter been robbed of a morsel of game? Was it conjured from nothing, created out of thin air, with no relation to anything that already existed?
Pointless questions for someone who didn't even have magic, but he was still fascinated by the subject.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
