KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
His brows furrowed slightly. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, not sure if it was meant as an insult or just a statement. His life and story wasn't all that different from any other Halo resident; she could chat up anyone in the room and get roughly the same storyline, give or take a few family tragedies.
Korbin had to turn away for a moment, to fill up a few tankards brought up by one of the patrons by a table that had grown tired of talking. It took only a moment, and when he returned, he threw a glance at the added scribbles on the notepad, and snorted quietly. The young man gestured at the bar, the many tables and the roaring fireplace.
People were gathered in small groups and sat talking, more or less loudly, their words emphasized by wild gesturing and the occasional roaring laughter. A quartet of young hunters about Korbin's own age had taken to throwing knives against one of the walls - Weaver would probably kick their asses for it later - and a few Snowcloak matrons had brougth their teapots and needlework and occupied three tables all on their own, chasing the rowdier men away with mere stern glares and a few pointed words.
"This is the entertainment, miss. Welcome to Halo." There was no trace of jest in his voice; it was honestly spoken. Didn't get much better than this. Wouldn't, unless someone brought an instrument or decided to regale the others with a story or two. But really, it was too early in the season; no one was that bored yet.
Korbin had to turn away for a moment, to fill up a few tankards brought up by one of the patrons by a table that had grown tired of talking. It took only a moment, and when he returned, he threw a glance at the added scribbles on the notepad, and snorted quietly. The young man gestured at the bar, the many tables and the roaring fireplace.
People were gathered in small groups and sat talking, more or less loudly, their words emphasized by wild gesturing and the occasional roaring laughter. A quartet of young hunters about Korbin's own age had taken to throwing knives against one of the walls - Weaver would probably kick their asses for it later - and a few Snowcloak matrons had brougth their teapots and needlework and occupied three tables all on their own, chasing the rowdier men away with mere stern glares and a few pointed words.
"This is the entertainment, miss. Welcome to Halo." There was no trace of jest in his voice; it was honestly spoken. Didn't get much better than this. Wouldn't, unless someone brought an instrument or decided to regale the others with a story or two. But really, it was too early in the season; no one was that bored yet.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
