KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A dark brow rose up beneath the jaggedly cut hair. "I take it the girl is someone you know, then?" he said dryly. "Why the past tense though?" The brows sank down again, puzzled but also suspicious. Fearing the worst... It would be typical for Weaver to make a friend only to lose them again right away.
Looking down on the paper again, Korbin chewed the inside of his cheek, considering. There wasn't a lot aside from meat that could be found in these parts. Everything was used, every part of every animal from meat to bones and skin, even innards and sinew. Of course the main game was luxere, but some even went for... He smirked suddenly.
"Ever tried Ursur before?" he asked, looking askance at the outlander, a bit of mischief glittering in his dark eyes. "It's supposedly a bit of an acquired taste... but very much a local specialty." There was again a note of challenge to the question, a quiet dare to decline.
Looking down on the paper again, Korbin chewed the inside of his cheek, considering. There wasn't a lot aside from meat that could be found in these parts. Everything was used, every part of every animal from meat to bones and skin, even innards and sinew. Of course the main game was luxere, but some even went for... He smirked suddenly.
"Ever tried Ursur before?" he asked, looking askance at the outlander, a bit of mischief glittering in his dark eyes. "It's supposedly a bit of an acquired taste... but very much a local specialty." There was again a note of challenge to the question, a quiet dare to decline.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
