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?
Footsteps upon the bridge brought the warning she needed. Korbin carried neither torch nor lantern, and regretted this fact as he made his way along the dark streets. Without snow to light up the ground, night was a darker thing here in the Grounds. The nip in the air was a welcome reprieve after the warmth of the day; he savored it, relishing the way his mind cleared with the cold.
He felt out of place here. The long, steady strides contradicted the sentiment, a guise of confidence keeping his back straight and chin up, but Korbin knew the veneer was thin. Easily shattered, only an illusion to fool himself into thinking he was alright.
At least it fooled others too. After talking to an endless stream of merchants and farmers he had almost secured enough deals to cover the losses Deepfrost had wrought upon the Kraai. Furs and meat for alcohol and grain; it was good business, and he should be pleased. Only one more day, then he could go back home.
But the sigh heaving from him told a different tale.
He felt out of place here. The long, steady strides contradicted the sentiment, a guise of confidence keeping his back straight and chin up, but Korbin knew the veneer was thin. Easily shattered, only an illusion to fool himself into thinking he was alright.
At least it fooled others too. After talking to an endless stream of merchants and farmers he had almost secured enough deals to cover the losses Deepfrost had wrought upon the Kraai. Furs and meat for alcohol and grain; it was good business, and he should be pleased. Only one more day, then he could go back home.
But the sigh heaving from him told a different tale.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
