KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Huh. Times really were strange. Korbin brougth the glass to his lips and sipped the liquid slowly, buying himself time to stop reeling. He had only come here to get a chance of clothes and have a look around. Now he might be taking over the place, and possibly had an employee? A business to run? Ass to kick?
Dark blue eyes watched Neron surreptitiously, in another attempt to read the man. And yet again, Korbin found himself with nothing but that sharp toothed grin, a posture that seemed content and perfectly at ease. If there were ulterior motives, he could not detect any, and was not in the mood to probe. It would be quite easy to trust Neron Launceleyn. Quite possibly it would be a huge mistake to do so... but it was tempting.
"I could keep it to friendly suggestions," he teased, lured into something akin to a playful mood by the easygoing attitude. "Hypothetically speaking, it might be good to have reliable help..." But then Korbin sobered, and his gaze fell into the amber liquid. "Can I have a few days to think it over? This place, its... it can't be something I do on a whim."
Weaver's dream meant far too much for him to do anything half-heartedly. He needed to think, to make up his mind... and to decide if he really wanted Neron around the bar. It might not be the best way to draw customers, if his reputation stayed the way it was.
It was also a real temptation to simply hand the whole Kraai over and wash his hands of it. Then he would be free to... But no. Not a line of thought he ought to pursue.
Dark blue eyes watched Neron surreptitiously, in another attempt to read the man. And yet again, Korbin found himself with nothing but that sharp toothed grin, a posture that seemed content and perfectly at ease. If there were ulterior motives, he could not detect any, and was not in the mood to probe. It would be quite easy to trust Neron Launceleyn. Quite possibly it would be a huge mistake to do so... but it was tempting.
"I could keep it to friendly suggestions," he teased, lured into something akin to a playful mood by the easygoing attitude. "Hypothetically speaking, it might be good to have reliable help..." But then Korbin sobered, and his gaze fell into the amber liquid. "Can I have a few days to think it over? This place, its... it can't be something I do on a whim."
Weaver's dream meant far too much for him to do anything half-heartedly. He needed to think, to make up his mind... and to decide if he really wanted Neron around the bar. It might not be the best way to draw customers, if his reputation stayed the way it was.
It was also a real temptation to simply hand the whole Kraai over and wash his hands of it. Then he would be free to... But no. Not a line of thought he ought to pursue.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
