KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Of course there was more. There was always more reasons, underlying causes that lay stacked one atop the other until it became an insurmoubtable wall in his mind. Korbin kept his gaze away from the Healer, chewing over whether to even answer that... but he had said so much already. What did it matter if Loren knew the rest too? He couldn't become more in debt than he already was.
"If I don't hunt... I'm leaving that dangerous, rough job to someone else. Someone who might not come back. Mom... she trained us to be fighters. To be hunters. To take care of ourselves. How can I sit safely inside the walls of the Citadel and pluck lutestrings, and let others do what I should be doing?" Even if he sucked at it, even if he hated it... Korbin still felt that he ought to try. To do it anyway.
Loren's comment about books felt a bit malplaced in the context of what they were talking about, but Korbin turned his head a little anyway. Glanced over quickly, before staring off at the opposite cave wall instead. "And? Are you reading now? Or still too buay...?"
"If I don't hunt... I'm leaving that dangerous, rough job to someone else. Someone who might not come back. Mom... she trained us to be fighters. To be hunters. To take care of ourselves. How can I sit safely inside the walls of the Citadel and pluck lutestrings, and let others do what I should be doing?" Even if he sucked at it, even if he hated it... Korbin still felt that he ought to try. To do it anyway.
Loren's comment about books felt a bit malplaced in the context of what they were talking about, but Korbin turned his head a little anyway. Glanced over quickly, before staring off at the opposite cave wall instead. "And? Are you reading now? Or still too buay...?"
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
