KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin was on his feet the moment Noah reached for him. It took no convincing to make him run. It struck him that perhaps this is what they should have done in the first place, but... it was too late now. A man was dead, their cover blown, and the wail of grief would ring in his ears for many seasons to come.
Mostly, his concern was for Noah. The young raven made sure to keep close, and occasionally threw a glance at the older man to make sure he was still keeping up, still on his feet. Not that he was actually worried, but... killing a man was different from laying down a luxere, or an ursur. Or any other animal. The weight of it was different - he knew that all too well. Had been in the same situation, all too recently.
Korbin led the way at a brisk jog until they were beyond the reach of Whitebrim's residents. Finding a spot where the tundra broke up into rockier terrain, he guided them into a crevasse that lent some shelter from the wind, and motioned for Noah to stop. Breathing hard, he took a moment to get his heart down to a more sane pace, and turned back to his friend.
"You okay?" he asked, voice tight and hoarse with pent up emotion. It was a stupid question - of course he wasn't - but in the moment, Korbin couldn't think of anything more clever to say.
Mostly, his concern was for Noah. The young raven made sure to keep close, and occasionally threw a glance at the older man to make sure he was still keeping up, still on his feet. Not that he was actually worried, but... killing a man was different from laying down a luxere, or an ursur. Or any other animal. The weight of it was different - he knew that all too well. Had been in the same situation, all too recently.
Korbin led the way at a brisk jog until they were beyond the reach of Whitebrim's residents. Finding a spot where the tundra broke up into rockier terrain, he guided them into a crevasse that lent some shelter from the wind, and motioned for Noah to stop. Breathing hard, he took a moment to get his heart down to a more sane pace, and turned back to his friend.
"You okay?" he asked, voice tight and hoarse with pent up emotion. It was a stupid question - of course he wasn't - but in the moment, Korbin couldn't think of anything more clever to say.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
