KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Ah, she did not believe him. Go figure. It wasn't the kind of thing people would be happy to accept, after all. But Delphine's disbelief was quickly bringing her towards possible disaster, and Korbin hissed in frustration when she not only followed him, but tried to bypass him as well. Making no move to hide, or even be careful. He made an attempt to grab hold of her arm, to bring her back, his face deadly serious as he turned back towards her.
"You're the one who doesn't know what you're talking about!" he hissed, still keeping his voice down. "At best, the people who live here are rapists and murderers. People who used up all their chances at the Citadel. They won't welcome you. Not in a way you would enjoy." Korbin was deadly serious, his irritation undercut by a very real sense of dread that only grew the longer they lingered. "Laugh all you want; the cannibals are very real. I've seen them cut a man to pieces like you would butcher a luxere. If Noah hasn't told you, then it's probably because he didn't want to scare you."
There was no jest in the way he spoke, or the nervous glances he cast about. Of all the fucked up, idiotic situations to land himself in this was probably the worst; stuck in Whitebrim with a foolish girl, not knowing whether the settlement was truly abandoned or if they were one shout away from being swarmed by angry axewielding exiles. It was the kind of thing that made him wish he never left bed in the morning.
"You're the one who doesn't know what you're talking about!" he hissed, still keeping his voice down. "At best, the people who live here are rapists and murderers. People who used up all their chances at the Citadel. They won't welcome you. Not in a way you would enjoy." Korbin was deadly serious, his irritation undercut by a very real sense of dread that only grew the longer they lingered. "Laugh all you want; the cannibals are very real. I've seen them cut a man to pieces like you would butcher a luxere. If Noah hasn't told you, then it's probably because he didn't want to scare you."
There was no jest in the way he spoke, or the nervous glances he cast about. Of all the fucked up, idiotic situations to land himself in this was probably the worst; stuck in Whitebrim with a foolish girl, not knowing whether the settlement was truly abandoned or if they were one shout away from being swarmed by angry axewielding exiles. It was the kind of thing that made him wish he never left bed in the morning.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
