KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The only reason he was here, was to keep these outsiders away from his own home. Okay? The only reason. And possibly because he had a reputation to uphold as the neighborhood nice guy who helped anyone who asked. It was his thing, and Korbin very much felt that he had to stick with it, even if the idea of being flooded with whiny outlanders complaining about the cold and the food made him want to hit something.
He didn't though, of course. As a matter of fact, he was unusually subdued when he turned up, and the normally so easy stride was hesitant. Wobbly even; he frequently reached for walls and nearby objects to steady a balance that had gone a bit off kilter.
And he didn't say anything as he waited for instructions, still chewing over how to let Loren know that he couldn't hear a gods damned thing around him.
He didn't though, of course. As a matter of fact, he was unusually subdued when he turned up, and the normally so easy stride was hesitant. Wobbly even; he frequently reached for walls and nearby objects to steady a balance that had gone a bit off kilter.
And he didn't say anything as he waited for instructions, still chewing over how to let Loren know that he couldn't hear a gods damned thing around him.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
