KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He frowned. Didn't like the sound of that oath one bit. Whoever had sworn it in the past must have been real stupid or really desperate. "And you had no way of getting out of it?"
The description of Frey made Korbin's brows rise a lot higher than they had on previous occasions. A faint touch of color crept over his face, and his eyes trailed off, rather carefully not looking at Loren. "That.. does seem a bit... unexpected," he mumbled. "Wouldn't have pegged you for someone to follow one like that. More... Vi, preserving life, that kind of thing." But what did he know. Korbin never prayed, really. Except when it was expected. And he most definitely wasn't the frivolous sort of person. No doubt Frey would find him boring too.
Grumping about Neron was a much safer subject, and he nodded bitterly. "Convinced a few people that he had the right of things, and just strongarmed his way up there. Made the Palace, then made the way between the Citadel and the Portal. Most of us just figured he'd grow tired of it and leave just the way he'd appeared, but..." He gritted his teeth. "Not like we were going to fight each other over an outsider. No one is happy about him, but he hasn't screwed up enough that anyone's doing anything about him." The unspoken yet hung in the air, like an ominous premonition that perhaps not everything was as settled as it might seem.
The description of Frey made Korbin's brows rise a lot higher than they had on previous occasions. A faint touch of color crept over his face, and his eyes trailed off, rather carefully not looking at Loren. "That.. does seem a bit... unexpected," he mumbled. "Wouldn't have pegged you for someone to follow one like that. More... Vi, preserving life, that kind of thing." But what did he know. Korbin never prayed, really. Except when it was expected. And he most definitely wasn't the frivolous sort of person. No doubt Frey would find him boring too.
Grumping about Neron was a much safer subject, and he nodded bitterly. "Convinced a few people that he had the right of things, and just strongarmed his way up there. Made the Palace, then made the way between the Citadel and the Portal. Most of us just figured he'd grow tired of it and leave just the way he'd appeared, but..." He gritted his teeth. "Not like we were going to fight each other over an outsider. No one is happy about him, but he hasn't screwed up enough that anyone's doing anything about him." The unspoken yet hung in the air, like an ominous premonition that perhaps not everything was as settled as it might seem.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
