And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Weaver put her brush down and Morgan looked over her own lantern, wondering if anything else needed to be done to it. Maybe later she could add something from her father's armour, a lot of which was still in the guard barracks in the back of a cupboard - her one secret, her one flaw in the efficiently organised and kept rooms. No one had ever said anything of it. For the moment she put her own lantern down too, letting it dry.
"Mmm. I will be as old as my father was when he died in five years. I do not feel anywhere near as wise yet." Maybe he hadn't either. It struck her that he might have just been trying his best too, feeling just as lost as herself.
She did know a Korbin, as she knew most of the traders in the markets. "Opening a bar? Quite a different venture. Tell me...while you've been out hunting, have you seen anyone..strange? Threatening, perhaps?"
"Mmm. I will be as old as my father was when he died in five years. I do not feel anywhere near as wise yet." Maybe he hadn't either. It struck her that he might have just been trying his best too, feeling just as lost as herself.
She did know a Korbin, as she knew most of the traders in the markets. "Opening a bar? Quite a different venture. Tell me...while you've been out hunting, have you seen anyone..strange? Threatening, perhaps?"
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
