Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

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

"None at all?" That did startle him. Even Korbin had some of those while growing up. Less and less with every family member that died, certainly, and all old hand me downs... but still. "Well... you're doing a good job with that one." It was an easy instrument, that sounded good almost no matter what you did. More a matter of rhythm and timing than musicality.

"Not as long as you wear the name and call them kin, you won't," he snorted. But already this man had a slightly better reputation than any of the others. Slightly. Not by much. At least people knew his face. He nodded curtly to the words about convincing them to change their ways, but quietly wondered if it wasn't a bit late for that.

The suggestion of filling up the storerooms was met with an approving nod. "That's a good idea even without ulterior motives," he pointed out. "Deepfrost is always difficult... and there will be no outside help to find."

None. No escape, no running off. Korbin studied Loren's features in the dim light, wondering how the long dark and cold would affect the man. It always brought out the best - and the worst - in everyone.

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