Korbin did leave, heading out into the kitchen and the waiting work. He bit his jaws together and tried to keep his temper from flaring, focusing on the task of plucking the ningos. "I believe you, but there's still something you're not telling me," he insisted stubbornly. "Why would an Outlander be interested in the gossip of Halo? What's he gonna use it for, and why be sneaky about it unleas it's shady? I trust you, sis, but I don't trust anyone outside of Halo to know anything about this place, or our people. Whatever your friend is planning, it's not likely to be good for anyone here."
He sounded calm enough, but there was an agitated tension in his hands as they moved with practiced ease about the dead bird.
"Did you ask about it? Did you consider what selling their secrets would do to the townsfolk?" The accusation was there, for all that he didn't want to voice it. He felt... somehow betrayed, by it. Like she was selling out him too. How many of his secrets would she give away for a few casks of booze?
He sounded calm enough, but there was an agitated tension in his hands as they moved with practiced ease about the dead bird.
"Did you ask about it? Did you consider what selling their secrets would do to the townsfolk?" The accusation was there, for all that he didn't want to voice it. He felt... somehow betrayed, by it. Like she was selling out him too. How many of his secrets would she give away for a few casks of booze?
korbin
Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing
