KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The smile slipped from Korbin's face at the words, the tone, everything. He bristled visibly. "I pull my weight, Outlander, and I lend a hand to anyone who needs it. Especially my own sister. Call it what you want, I don't need a title to describe my worth to this community."
His gaze fell to the pouches, but the youth made no gesture to take them. Indeed, his spine stiffened at the gesture, lips curling into. "I don't need charity from you," he said, very quietly. Several passersby turned their heads, surprised to see the normally cheerful Hale brother without his smile. "Nor does anyone else here. We don't require saving."
His gaze fell to the pouches, but the youth made no gesture to take them. Indeed, his spine stiffened at the gesture, lips curling into. "I don't need charity from you," he said, very quietly. Several passersby turned their heads, surprised to see the normally cheerful Hale brother without his smile. "Nor does anyone else here. We don't require saving."
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
