you had a heart, it's been gone since they left you
It was a terrible mess. One of the towers had collapsed, roofs caved in, debris scattered all over the town. Korbin stared at the remnants of the Palace and sighed, dragging weary fingers through the hair before he pressed the hat back down over his head. He had slept a few hours, and felt much better for it, but there was so much that needed to be done. He was trying to survey the damage to see what could be salvaged, but found that it was a project just getting close to the ruined building.
He'd had some hope that the infirmary might still be intact, but that had been crushed straight away. Now, along with a few others, Korbin worked to clear a path to the storage rooms - or what was left of them - to see if any of the food or lumber could be salvaged. There was not a lot of talking as they heaved aside rubble and shoveled through snow; he tried to keep up the mood as best he could, but didn't blame anyone for being reticent.
Anger boiled within him, more and more with every hour that passed and the true scope of the disaster was made clear. The Launceleyns had much to answer for, both Neron and Zariah alike, and he did not envy Weaver the decisions she would have to make.
Stealing a break for himself to straighten out the back and catch a breather, Korbin stepped aside so he wouldn't be in the way. Settling himself into a sheltered nook by a wall, he rubbed at his eyes; it felt like he could sleep for days.
He'd had some hope that the infirmary might still be intact, but that had been crushed straight away. Now, along with a few others, Korbin worked to clear a path to the storage rooms - or what was left of them - to see if any of the food or lumber could be salvaged. There was not a lot of talking as they heaved aside rubble and shoveled through snow; he tried to keep up the mood as best he could, but didn't blame anyone for being reticent.
Anger boiled within him, more and more with every hour that passed and the true scope of the disaster was made clear. The Launceleyns had much to answer for, both Neron and Zariah alike, and he did not envy Weaver the decisions she would have to make.
Stealing a break for himself to straighten out the back and catch a breather, Korbin stepped aside so he wouldn't be in the way. Settling himself into a sheltered nook by a wall, he rubbed at his eyes; it felt like he could sleep for days.
- ever feel you grew up too fast?
Korbin
