KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Point, and point. The alcohol did suck, and Korbin had learned early on that it was next to impossible to lie through the bond. There weren't too many Attuned around these parts, but those he knew were all the same. He couldn't do it either. So he reluctantly had to accept that Sunjata told the truth, at least partly.
That still left a heaping pile of questions to be answered, though. And Korbin was nothing if not curious. "Fine... let's say I believe you. Still doesn't answer why Weaver's drinking with the clients would be any help to you," he retorted.
He watched Sunjata work for a while. Eventually, the itch of having empty hands while there was stuff to be done got the better of him, and against his better judgement the blue-eyed raven rounded the bar, and began to put up bottles from the crates onto the shelves behind it. His hands were steady and sure, movements easy; the kind of comfortable that spoke of plenty of time spent around kitchens and merchandise both.
That still left a heaping pile of questions to be answered, though. And Korbin was nothing if not curious. "Fine... let's say I believe you. Still doesn't answer why Weaver's drinking with the clients would be any help to you," he retorted.
He watched Sunjata work for a while. Eventually, the itch of having empty hands while there was stuff to be done got the better of him, and against his better judgement the blue-eyed raven rounded the bar, and began to put up bottles from the crates onto the shelves behind it. His hands were steady and sure, movements easy; the kind of comfortable that spoke of plenty of time spent around kitchens and merchandise both.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
