Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

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

He staggered after Loren through the wind and the snow, barely seeing where he set his feet. The grip on his arm was not really needed, but he made no move to free himself, or do anything at all.

The inside of the cave was dark, and with the entrance sealed up it grew darker still. Warm, only in comparison to the outside; Korbin looked around but saw no vegetation, no shrubs or roots or even dung to make a fire from. This better be a short storm, quick to blow over... Or they would be in serious trouble.

"No," he replied, sinking down onto the ground, with his back pressed against the rock. Korbin tested his arm, felt his face, but found both free from injury. "Not anymore... You?" There was a numbness in his gaze as he looked at Loren however, that spoke of perhaps deeper wounds than physical ones. Shock, horror...

"I killed him," he said slowly, barely believing it even as he said it. Slowly, he raised gloved hands up before himself and stared at thrm, reeling. "I've never... killed anyone before."

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