KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It didn't really fit together in his mind, but Korbin was in no mood to argue. He did touch his arm though, the one he'd broken, and was again surprised to find that it was back to normal. "I don't know about shitty," he mumbled. "Maybe you've got reason to talk like you did..." Referring to their first conversation, where Loren had sounded more than confident in his ability to fill the role as Healer.
The half tease was met with a flat stare, perhaps a touch uncomfortable. Joke or not... Korbin did not like the idea of being followed. Not for any reason. "I'd say you've got too much free time on your hands," he retorted. "Unless you actually enjoy being treated like shit. Then I'd be worried for real." Which was a real possibility... and an acknowledgement that the young man knew he was being less than civil.
Under the scrutiny, he shifted a bit uncomfortably. Shook his head again. "No need." He didn't need anything, nor did he want more help. He was in debt as it was, and none too happy about it.
The half tease was met with a flat stare, perhaps a touch uncomfortable. Joke or not... Korbin did not like the idea of being followed. Not for any reason. "I'd say you've got too much free time on your hands," he retorted. "Unless you actually enjoy being treated like shit. Then I'd be worried for real." Which was a real possibility... and an acknowledgement that the young man knew he was being less than civil.
Under the scrutiny, he shifted a bit uncomfortably. Shook his head again. "No need." He didn't need anything, nor did he want more help. He was in debt as it was, and none too happy about it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
