KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
How could Weaver see anything likeable in this guy? All Korbin saw was an arrogant ass who waltzed in and made changes where they weren't welcome. Or needed. For all he knew, Sunjata was the bad guy. The reason his sister wanted to leave the house, change their ways, change everything. When they had been just fine before.
"Talk all you want, I don't give a damn about words," Korbin muttered. "I'll trust people who earn it, nothing else." Shaking his head, he kept working in silence.
Weaver wouldn't be happy about this, he knew that. In her pretty fantasy, this tavern was supposed to be their new home, a foundation for a lot of things. Hope, safety, full bellies... perhaps even something like happiness. And for some reason, she was willing to let this man be a part of that.
He really couldn't see it.
"Talk all you want, I don't give a damn about words," Korbin muttered. "I'll trust people who earn it, nothing else." Shaking his head, he kept working in silence.
Weaver wouldn't be happy about this, he knew that. In her pretty fantasy, this tavern was supposed to be their new home, a foundation for a lot of things. Hope, safety, full bellies... perhaps even something like happiness. And for some reason, she was willing to let this man be a part of that.
He really couldn't see it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
