KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin merely shrugged, seeing no reason to try and soothe the frazzled nerves of this person. The look he gave the animal was perhaps a bit more apologetic, but only slightly. He had fully intended to slaughter it for the meat, after all, and did not expect to be forgiven.
He had already begun to stalk off when the comment made him pause and turn back, a brow raised at both the words and the tone of surprise. "I don't have a habit of keeping track of outlanders," he said, the barytone of his voice as smooth as the words were pointed. There was a look of faint amusement on the young man's face. "Am I supposed to know you? Some heroic deed performed in aid of my homeland, perhaps?"
There was an emphasis on my, and the smile on Korbin's face grew a bit sharper.
He had already begun to stalk off when the comment made him pause and turn back, a brow raised at both the words and the tone of surprise. "I don't have a habit of keeping track of outlanders," he said, the barytone of his voice as smooth as the words were pointed. There was a look of faint amusement on the young man's face. "Am I supposed to know you? Some heroic deed performed in aid of my homeland, perhaps?"
There was an emphasis on my, and the smile on Korbin's face grew a bit sharper.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
