Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
The message made him roll his eyes. Which she hopefully was too busy wrapping bandages to see. Setting down the birds he'd already caught, Korbin sheathed his knife too before he wrote another message. His handwriting was fluid and practiced, perhaps more so than should be expected of a Snowcloak orphan.
"It's dangerous everywhere. Still gotta eat." Then, before he handed it back, he added: "What kind of vow was it then?"
Of course, she wouldn't understand his jest, as she hadn't heard him compare the Launceleyns to the squabbling birds that littered the streets of the Citadel. A bit disappointing, but hardly unexpected.
Korbin accepted the bandage back and tucked it back into the pocket from whence it came.
"It's dangerous everywhere. Still gotta eat." Then, before he handed it back, he added: "What kind of vow was it then?"
Of course, she wouldn't understand his jest, as she hadn't heard him compare the Launceleyns to the squabbling birds that littered the streets of the Citadel. A bit disappointing, but hardly unexpected.
Korbin accepted the bandage back and tucked it back into the pocket from whence it came.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
