KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
No, Korbin didn't imagine it would be. Few meetings he had with people were very enjoyable, lately. Perhaps because he'd lost track of the pleasant smiling mask he usually wore. "That's fine. I just want to see what he's like for myself." If there was anything behind the fancy title.
As Loren kept talking however, Korbin's expression grew faintly amused. "Work without pay? Listen, I thought you were offering me a job, not volunteer work," he quipped. "Since you're the grand healer, I assumed that's what you were talking about. But if it's not... what kind of job am I being offered?"
The suggestion that Korbin could become a healer threw him off balance all over again. "I don't have any magic," he protested, not without regret. There was a wistful expression that showed he very much would like to accept, but... what difference would another herb grinder make, in a place full of mages with real healing abilities?
As Loren kept talking however, Korbin's expression grew faintly amused. "Work without pay? Listen, I thought you were offering me a job, not volunteer work," he quipped. "Since you're the grand healer, I assumed that's what you were talking about. But if it's not... what kind of job am I being offered?"
The suggestion that Korbin could become a healer threw him off balance all over again. "I don't have any magic," he protested, not without regret. There was a wistful expression that showed he very much would like to accept, but... what difference would another herb grinder make, in a place full of mages with real healing abilities?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
