KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin's eyebrows shot up, surprised disbelief making it clear he did not know about her abilities. "How is that possible?" Contrary to popular belief, Wessex and her abilities were not the go-to topic of discussion for a majority of people around Caido. If not for their latest encounter while looting the Palace, he would not even be aware of her existence. Weaver had shared many things with her brother, but information on the Wraith had not been among them.
"Alright." Bewildered but committed to the task, Korbin began to help with the search. Starting in the 'lost and found' crate that had to exist in every business ever, he moved on to check tables, corners, nooks and crannies. He even went so far as to shift and fly up to the rafters, just to get an aerial view of the room. Different perspectives usually paid off.
And it did now too. Returning back down to the floor and his own form, Korbin reached in behind a chair in a shaded corner away from the fire, and emerged back with a knife in hand.
"Is this it?" he asked, holding it out for Wessex.
"Alright." Bewildered but committed to the task, Korbin began to help with the search. Starting in the 'lost and found' crate that had to exist in every business ever, he moved on to check tables, corners, nooks and crannies. He even went so far as to shift and fly up to the rafters, just to get an aerial view of the room. Different perspectives usually paid off.
And it did now too. Returning back down to the floor and his own form, Korbin reached in behind a chair in a shaded corner away from the fire, and emerged back with a knife in hand.
"Is this it?" he asked, holding it out for Wessex.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
