Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Not a woman of many words, the good captain. He couldn't say her nod was very reassuring, but if she didn't want to elaborate... He caught the question, and realized she would know this wasn't his default state of being.
Remaining hunched, he smoothed over the snow and wrote a new message: Got cursed at the Shrine. Twice. The gods didn't seem to like my music. The wry smile on his lips suggested he wasn't all that amused, but tried to take it in stride. It quickly disappeared when he hiccuped again; grimaced, as it was taking quite the toll on his abs. He better get ripped from this, or it would not be worth it.
Korbin hesitated, then tried another question. What were you doing?
He didn't exactly expect a reply, but it was worth asking at least. An ass whooping on top of being cursed seemed only fair.
Remaining hunched, he smoothed over the snow and wrote a new message: Got cursed at the Shrine. Twice. The gods didn't seem to like my music. The wry smile on his lips suggested he wasn't all that amused, but tried to take it in stride. It quickly disappeared when he hiccuped again; grimaced, as it was taking quite the toll on his abs. He better get ripped from this, or it would not be worth it.
Korbin hesitated, then tried another question. What were you doing?
He didn't exactly expect a reply, but it was worth asking at least. An ass whooping on top of being cursed seemed only fair.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
