KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The announcement made Korbin stop and stare at her for a good while. Then he shook his head and resumed the search, muttering under breath about magic users and their antics. The idea of a person being able to come and go so utterly unhindered by weather, distances or walls was possibly the most offensive notion his controlling mind could imagine, and it made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up even worse than ascended stillness.
When the missing object had been retrieved, Korbin found a chair and turned it sideways, slumped down in it and leaned his back against the wall. He had his sister's way of looking perfectly at ease where he was, as if he'd always been meant to be there, and it was only too bad that the air did not reflect his state of mind.
"Unfortunately, yes. That's the plan, for the most part. Though there's gonna be some changes in the delivery chain... I don't have Weaver's taste in business partners." Leaning his chin on a palm, Korbin regarded Wessex thoughtfully. "Why the interest?"
That locals would want to know made sense, but this woman was not from here, and he didn't know anything about her connections. Why she was here now still puzzled him... it was a long trip for a knife.
When the missing object had been retrieved, Korbin found a chair and turned it sideways, slumped down in it and leaned his back against the wall. He had his sister's way of looking perfectly at ease where he was, as if he'd always been meant to be there, and it was only too bad that the air did not reflect his state of mind.
"Unfortunately, yes. That's the plan, for the most part. Though there's gonna be some changes in the delivery chain... I don't have Weaver's taste in business partners." Leaning his chin on a palm, Korbin regarded Wessex thoughtfully. "Why the interest?"
That locals would want to know made sense, but this woman was not from here, and he didn't know anything about her connections. Why she was here now still puzzled him... it was a long trip for a knife.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
