KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
What, he didn't want to be given benefit of the doubt? Korbin could keep arguing for the heck of it, but decided against it. Let the matter drop, as he didn't think he'd get anywhere. He was given a shrug, and a surly look for the punch to the shoulder. Fungus was an apt comparison. Or perhaps an itch between the shoulders that couldn't be reached. Vexing and undeniably present.
Gods, Korbin couldn't wait to get home. Bathe and sleep and forget this day had ever happened.
"No, but she's usually right," he replied. "Habits die hard... Listening to her has kept me alive. I doubt that's going to change anytime soon." She was as much a mother and guardian as a sister, just like Erebor had been a fatherfigure. Except the bond was stronger, his rebellions smaller and less obvious.
The sudden switch of subject took him slightly aback. Korbin thought about it. "Not much. They're dangerous and full of abandoned mines... No one's stupid enough to go near them. Why do you ask?" He couldn't help the curiosity; what would anyone want with them?
Gods, Korbin couldn't wait to get home. Bathe and sleep and forget this day had ever happened.
"No, but she's usually right," he replied. "Habits die hard... Listening to her has kept me alive. I doubt that's going to change anytime soon." She was as much a mother and guardian as a sister, just like Erebor had been a fatherfigure. Except the bond was stronger, his rebellions smaller and less obvious.
The sudden switch of subject took him slightly aback. Korbin thought about it. "Not much. They're dangerous and full of abandoned mines... No one's stupid enough to go near them. Why do you ask?" He couldn't help the curiosity; what would anyone want with them?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
