KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Less need? Korbin huffed a dry laugh, not really amused at all. "Only way for there to be less need for hunting would be if there were less people to feed. And I'd rather not decimate the population of Halo to satisfy my own whims." There was no other way to sustain life here. Nothing grew, so their lives depended on the meat from Luxere and Ursur, what fish could be pulled from the frozen sea, and whatever traders brought in from the outside. But Korbin didn't want to depend on whatever was gained from the Portal... It was unreliable.
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the knees, he hummed. "I did not know that. Sounds rough." He couldn't picture it though. Was it any different from learning to hunt or defend against exiles?
"Ah, those old codgers," he said, with a twitch to the corner of the mouth. "Yes, they have no shortage of stories. They grow loftier with every retelling too. One Ursur quickly becomes five, with twice the length of tusks if you let them get away with it."
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the knees, he hummed. "I did not know that. Sounds rough." He couldn't picture it though. Was it any different from learning to hunt or defend against exiles?
"Ah, those old codgers," he said, with a twitch to the corner of the mouth. "Yes, they have no shortage of stories. They grow loftier with every retelling too. One Ursur quickly becomes five, with twice the length of tusks if you let them get away with it."
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
