KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin paused, just as he was about to lift the new crate. Unpacking went surprisingly smooth, with more than one pair of hands. The question made him frown down at his own hands. "Someone has to keep the fires burning," he said. A noncommittal answer, but the tone betrayed him. Being left behind was grating on him, and had for quite a while. Already it had made him snap at his sister.
Heaving the cargo up on strong arms used to hard work, he ignored the grin on the other man's face and walked past him, hands regrettably too full to repeat the theft of earlier. He saw at least three possible openings for interesting things to be pilfered away, but... it wasn't worth the risk of being introduced to that dagger again. The novelty had already worn off anyway.
"They must have it easy, if they can play games all day long," he scoffed. That's all the thievery was to him. A way to pass dull moments. Possibly it had scored him and his sister a few meals during rough times... but Weaver didn't know that. She thought he had bartered for the food, and Korbin hadn't corrected her.
Heaving the cargo up on strong arms used to hard work, he ignored the grin on the other man's face and walked past him, hands regrettably too full to repeat the theft of earlier. He saw at least three possible openings for interesting things to be pilfered away, but... it wasn't worth the risk of being introduced to that dagger again. The novelty had already worn off anyway.
"They must have it easy, if they can play games all day long," he scoffed. That's all the thievery was to him. A way to pass dull moments. Possibly it had scored him and his sister a few meals during rough times... but Weaver didn't know that. She thought he had bartered for the food, and Korbin hadn't corrected her.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
