KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Again, his eyes narrowed as he searched the man for any trace of lies, of deceit and underlying motives. Korbin prided himself on being a people person, able to at the very least pick out a lie told to his face... but while Sunjata did seem to honestly mean what he said - like he emphasised - there was still something that kept niggling at Korbin. There was more to this whole affair, and it bugged him that he couldn't figure out what it was.
Guess he would have to actually find out for himself what Weaver and this guy were up to. Spying on his sister wasn't much of a challenge, but this guy? Now there was something to work on.
He let the matter drop, and kept working until there were hardly any crates left. With the tableware and the liquor in place, all that was left were the food supplies. Fishing out simple writing utensils, he began to take inventory of what was there and what would have to be stocked up on before opening.
"Do you intend to stay here while you're in town?" he asked absently, the sullenness forgotten under the sincere concentration. He took the tasks rather seriously, once he actually got around to doing them.
Guess he would have to actually find out for himself what Weaver and this guy were up to. Spying on his sister wasn't much of a challenge, but this guy? Now there was something to work on.
He let the matter drop, and kept working until there were hardly any crates left. With the tableware and the liquor in place, all that was left were the food supplies. Fishing out simple writing utensils, he began to take inventory of what was there and what would have to be stocked up on before opening.
"Do you intend to stay here while you're in town?" he asked absently, the sullenness forgotten under the sincere concentration. He took the tasks rather seriously, once he actually got around to doing them.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
