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?
The captive didn't sound entirely sure, but weak or not, the 'yes' was all encouragement Korbin needed. Surprisingly agile for his built, he slipped into the boat without making a sound. Stuffing his gleaming trinket into a pocket, he hauled out a set of lockpicks instead, and set to work on the chains with a deftness that implied much practice.
"Been a while since I did this," he mumbled conversationally to the merman, with a quiet glitter of mischief in wolf-bright eyes, "so it might take a while - Ah. Nope. Here we go." With a quiet 'snick' the lock came open, and Korbin stepped back with a pleased expression. "Are you tied up anywhere else?"
"Been a while since I did this," he mumbled conversationally to the merman, with a quiet glitter of mischief in wolf-bright eyes, "so it might take a while - Ah. Nope. Here we go." With a quiet 'snick' the lock came open, and Korbin stepped back with a pleased expression. "Are you tied up anywhere else?"
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
