KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin bristled, more and more as the man went on. The suggestion that he didn't trust his own damn sister drew a hoarse hiss from him, that would have fit better in the open beak of a raven. It was outrageous, and from a complete stranger, who knew nothing about the Hale family or their history. And even if Weaver had spilled everything, Sunjata still wouldn't know, because he hadn't been there to live it.
As for the rest? It was too neat, to well wrapped and tidy an explanation, and he trusted it not at all.
"I trust her to do anything she thinks is right and necessary to protect her family," he said grimly. "Including getting involved with outsiders and strangers. You honestly expect me to be thrilled that she's making deals like this to keep us fed and safe?" If safe was the right word for it. Again, Korbin didn't trust it.
"So, you're just some regular samaritan good guy? Right. Fine. If you're not gonna tell me what you're up to, I'll just have to figure it out on my own." He shrugged, turning back to the unpacking of bottles. It wouldn't be that hard. Halo wasn't big enough for secrets to stick. People talked, and given his good name with the locals, there wasn't much they wouldn't tell him.
And Korbin was still convinced this pretty speech was just a sham. He'd felt Sunjata's intensity first hand, how ready the man had been to kill him. You didn't get skill and intent like that by being an honest businessman, Attuned or no.
As for the rest? It was too neat, to well wrapped and tidy an explanation, and he trusted it not at all.
"I trust her to do anything she thinks is right and necessary to protect her family," he said grimly. "Including getting involved with outsiders and strangers. You honestly expect me to be thrilled that she's making deals like this to keep us fed and safe?" If safe was the right word for it. Again, Korbin didn't trust it.
"So, you're just some regular samaritan good guy? Right. Fine. If you're not gonna tell me what you're up to, I'll just have to figure it out on my own." He shrugged, turning back to the unpacking of bottles. It wouldn't be that hard. Halo wasn't big enough for secrets to stick. People talked, and given his good name with the locals, there wasn't much they wouldn't tell him.
And Korbin was still convinced this pretty speech was just a sham. He'd felt Sunjata's intensity first hand, how ready the man had been to kill him. You didn't get skill and intent like that by being an honest businessman, Attuned or no.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
