KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It was not his day, his month, his season or even his year, and it was written all over his face. Korbin carried the long suffering expression of one who had been mortally offended but was trying to shrug it off as a joke, but as he pushed open the door into the shop, it was moderated into the best semblance of his usual sunny mask. The result... was mixed. Mostly it just came off as lofty arrogance.
Dark eyes made a quick sweep over the interior, and landed on the young man sitting by the counter. A brow rose up in quiet surprise, but the smile turned perhaps a touch more genuine. Approaching, he produced a note and offered it up; a request for some previously ordered goods for the Kraai that supposedly was done.
There was an uncharacteristic silence about Korbin. None of the pleasant banter he might normally have tried while on his run.
Dark eyes made a quick sweep over the interior, and landed on the young man sitting by the counter. A brow rose up in quiet surprise, but the smile turned perhaps a touch more genuine. Approaching, he produced a note and offered it up; a request for some previously ordered goods for the Kraai that supposedly was done.
There was an uncharacteristic silence about Korbin. None of the pleasant banter he might normally have tried while on his run.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
