KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
It had taken the better part of the day to guide the stray across the Tundra and by the time he brought the man through the town and up to the Palace - led along by a raven with a stolen glove in its beak - the sun had already set. Temperatures were plummeting rapidly and Korbin hurried them as much as he could. Too much time spent outdoors and even his shift would freeze. Already his wings were stiff and aching, and he couldn't quite feel his feet.
They made for a curious sight, the Outlander and the raven. Korbin had convinced a guard at the gate to send word ahead for Loren to come and meet them, and he really hoped that the Healer would have time for this. In his current state, the raven wasn't good for much. He couldn't hear questions, couldn't communicate enough to answer anything... and he still didn't think it was a good idea to shift back into himself. The stranger was skittish enough as it was.
They made for a curious sight, the Outlander and the raven. Korbin had convinced a guard at the gate to send word ahead for Loren to come and meet them, and he really hoped that the Healer would have time for this. In his current state, the raven wasn't good for much. He couldn't hear questions, couldn't communicate enough to answer anything... and he still didn't think it was a good idea to shift back into himself. The stranger was skittish enough as it was.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
