KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A dark eyebrow rose in sardonic amusement. "It's still the first time I even see your face around here," he pointed out. "So you plan to stay in Halo? Then how about you stay in Halo. If you really care to help, then take your healing to where it's needed. Out there." He pointed a thumb towards the towering city walls, and the wild tundra beyond. "Those who make it back from the wild are those who would survive anyway. They won't go to the Palace, why would they bother?"
Frankly, it was amusing that this fellow even bothered to get Korbin's approval. He was a local, sure, but hardly anyone of any status. Well known, perhaps, and ready to help anyone who needed it, but no artisan, or warrior, or hunter worth the name. If Loren really knew this place, he would realize that. But that he didn't only proved Korbin's point, in his own eyes.
Frankly, it was amusing that this fellow even bothered to get Korbin's approval. He was a local, sure, but hardly anyone of any status. Well known, perhaps, and ready to help anyone who needed it, but no artisan, or warrior, or hunter worth the name. If Loren really knew this place, he would realize that. But that he didn't only proved Korbin's point, in his own eyes.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
