KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Laughing, Korbin could only agree. He had a hoard of things he'd accepted or traded from the old woman, for the story more often than the item itself. They made for good stories, good songs, and there was no shortage of either in his stash. "My favorite was the 'Whisper mirror' that told secrets when no one was there to hear it," he grinned.
Watching Weaver add the name of the drink to her list, he slipped of his stool and made his way behind the bar. Picking through the bottles, he found one with a nice wine that was almost empty, and drained the contents into two cups. Adding spices, he brought them off to the hearth, where he heated a poker; bringing it into the wine one at a time, he mulled it and brought the warm brew back, offering one to his sister and keeping the other for himself.
"Maybe I can help you with that," he offered. "If you can gather up some interesting details, I could piece together a song, or tale, or such. Doesn't take much to make those stick in the mind of people. That way, she will never really fade."
If the girl was memorable enough that an almost stranger would carve a mark in her skin to remember her by, Korbin would be more than happy to assist. Especially if it meant this much to his sister.
Watching Weaver add the name of the drink to her list, he slipped of his stool and made his way behind the bar. Picking through the bottles, he found one with a nice wine that was almost empty, and drained the contents into two cups. Adding spices, he brought them off to the hearth, where he heated a poker; bringing it into the wine one at a time, he mulled it and brought the warm brew back, offering one to his sister and keeping the other for himself.
"Maybe I can help you with that," he offered. "If you can gather up some interesting details, I could piece together a song, or tale, or such. Doesn't take much to make those stick in the mind of people. That way, she will never really fade."
If the girl was memorable enough that an almost stranger would carve a mark in her skin to remember her by, Korbin would be more than happy to assist. Especially if it meant this much to his sister.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
