KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The voice calling his name broke Korbin out of his revery. Hissing as the candle dribbled wax over his hand, he tore his eyes away from the hidden door and went back out into the mess hall. Frowning even deeper as he spotted Wessex by the bar, he extinguished the flame, leaving only the glow of banked up fires to light the surroundings.
"Wessex. Where have you been? What are you doing here?" Keeping his voice down, he slipped in behind the counter, peeling solidified wax off his palm.
Something was off. He hadn't heard the door open or close, and there was no draft of cold air about her. How had she gotten inside?
Korbin had a lot of questions tonight.
"Wessex. Where have you been? What are you doing here?" Keeping his voice down, he slipped in behind the counter, peeling solidified wax off his palm.
Something was off. He hadn't heard the door open or close, and there was no draft of cold air about her. How had she gotten inside?
Korbin had a lot of questions tonight.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
