KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The boy chuckled softly, a surprisingly warm sound compared to his gruff quipping at the start of this encounter. Perhaps his gloom was only skin deep... or a dark cloud about to drift away from the sun it had obscured. Who could say.
The suggestion was another one he had not really considered before. Poking some pebbles around with a foot, he turned the idea over in his mind. "Possibly... I might give it some thought," he conceded. It was about as far as he would go at this point in time. Korbin always did prefer to make his final decisions on his own.
"So, what has brought Potter the Pirate to the docks today?" he asked, changing the subject almost abruptly.
The suggestion was another one he had not really considered before. Poking some pebbles around with a foot, he turned the idea over in his mind. "Possibly... I might give it some thought," he conceded. It was about as far as he would go at this point in time. Korbin always did prefer to make his final decisions on his own.
"So, what has brought Potter the Pirate to the docks today?" he asked, changing the subject almost abruptly.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
