Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

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

"Huh. That must have been a magnificently shitty place then," he responded. Only half joking; the tilt of his head and the silence was an invitation to keep talking if Loren felt inclined to, but Korbin wouldn't push. Or even ask; some things had to come freely or they didn't mean anything.

"Mhm. I've no idea. Don't think it matters much... I wouldn't change it if I could. Maybe it was one of the Old ones. Maybe it was Eirachi... who knows." Perhaps he would recognize the voice if he heard it again.

All he knew for sure was that it hadn't been one of the Heralds, since they had been absent from the world for centuries. Until just recently. So he listened with quite a bit of interest as Loren related the events, trying to recall what he knew about Frey. Not much, as it turned out. Rae's Herold, a nature god... that was it.

"Why would having magic make you unworthy?" he asked. "I mean, it's not like it's a bad thing... nothing to brag about maybe, but..." He cocked his head aside in a questioning manner. "It seems to have worked, at least. That dragon... it was you who made it show up, wasn't it?"

He shuddered at the mere memory of it. The roar, the overwhelming power it exuded... It had been quite something to see.

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