KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He was, and he wasn't. Sharing a common song from the Citadel was one thing, handing off ones of his own making was something else. It was just a game. Korbin was no minstrel or bard, not really. He didn't have the knowledge, the history, the people skills to claim a title like that.
"Mmh, maybe sometime," he said. Trying but failing to sound casual, calm, collected... in the end, he really was just awkward.
"Oh. Well. Perhaps it is... contrary to popular belief, I don't actually listen to that much gossip. Too busy minding my own business to worry about much else." He might have opinions, sure, but it was only so much hot air. Until some idiot came along and offered him a forum to vent it all on.
As for the concern. Korbin saw the look, and met it squarely. There was a very simple way to make him keep quiet about it, but he wasn't sure if Loren realized it. Or cared enough to utilize it. Now, the raven could promise not to tell anyone. Or he could go home and cry the news from the rooftops to see if it really was common knowledge. Or... anyting in between.
Mostly, he was curious to see what Loren would do. So Korbin remained silent, and waited.
"Mmh, maybe sometime," he said. Trying but failing to sound casual, calm, collected... in the end, he really was just awkward.
"Oh. Well. Perhaps it is... contrary to popular belief, I don't actually listen to that much gossip. Too busy minding my own business to worry about much else." He might have opinions, sure, but it was only so much hot air. Until some idiot came along and offered him a forum to vent it all on.
As for the concern. Korbin saw the look, and met it squarely. There was a very simple way to make him keep quiet about it, but he wasn't sure if Loren realized it. Or cared enough to utilize it. Now, the raven could promise not to tell anyone. Or he could go home and cry the news from the rooftops to see if it really was common knowledge. Or... anyting in between.
Mostly, he was curious to see what Loren would do. So Korbin remained silent, and waited.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
