KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He shrugged, recognizing the challenge for what it was but not rising to it. His turn to shrug it off and not care. "For some reason, Weaver seems to like it here. I'm trying to understand why." Sunjata seemed intent on keeping up the conversation, and almost in self-defense Korbin reached for the tankard again. Took a deep draft from it, and wished he didn't like the taste. If this was going to keep up, he'd rather be drunk.
"Right... because there's only issues to be found in Halo, according to you." He actually sounded hurt, like the insult to his home did him some personal injury. "Why is it that everyone comes to my home and sees something that has to be fixed? The Warden, the healer, you... You take one look at the place and only see the parts that aren't perfect."
He might not be thrilled about Torchline, but was he importing Ursurs and torching the vulgarly colored houses because they offended him? Nope, he was not.
"Right... because there's only issues to be found in Halo, according to you." He actually sounded hurt, like the insult to his home did him some personal injury. "Why is it that everyone comes to my home and sees something that has to be fixed? The Warden, the healer, you... You take one look at the place and only see the parts that aren't perfect."
He might not be thrilled about Torchline, but was he importing Ursurs and torching the vulgarly colored houses because they offended him? Nope, he was not.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
