KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A chance to meet the rumored and much contested Warden... now that was worth considering. Korbin ran a tongue over his lower lip, chewing thoughtfully at it. "I might take you up on that," he replied, unable to hide the curious glint in his eyes.
"But," he continued, "it doesn't really matter what you call it. If I work for the Warden, eat his food and accept his pay... that's the same as agreeing with his presence. Even if I'm ostencibly answering to you, that doesn't really change anything." The moment he threw his lot in with the Palace people, it would suggest to everyone else that he was willing to listen to what the outlanders were saying.
Did he want that?
"What do you even want me to do? I'm not a healer," he said. As if that wasn't obvious enough... He closed his fists, tried to forget the feeling of a dying man's pulse beating frantically against them.
"But," he continued, "it doesn't really matter what you call it. If I work for the Warden, eat his food and accept his pay... that's the same as agreeing with his presence. Even if I'm ostencibly answering to you, that doesn't really change anything." The moment he threw his lot in with the Palace people, it would suggest to everyone else that he was willing to listen to what the outlanders were saying.
Did he want that?
"What do you even want me to do? I'm not a healer," he said. As if that wasn't obvious enough... He closed his fists, tried to forget the feeling of a dying man's pulse beating frantically against them.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
