KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It wasn't a sentiment Korbin shared. He didn't know who had Attuned him. He could barely remember the event, having been so young when it happened, and none of his prayers had been answered since. It felt like an arbitrary thing... that his sister would have magic and he not, when it could just as easily have been the other way around.
"Sounds like as good a plan as any," he replied. "At least at night no one will be there to laugh if I get cursed." He raised his glas in a bit of a toast. "To Safrin, may she hear our prayers."
Korbin was a big man - not as big as Sunjata perhaps but not far from - sand his tolerance was fairly high. He felt the buzz of the alcohol inside, warming him to uncomfortable levels. The Arbiter's suggestion made him consider - did he really care to go anywhere with this person? - but the promise of a breeze won out over his reticence.
"Alright," he conceded, and threw back the rest of his drink. Leaving his payment on the counter, he stood and gathered up his belongings, then motioned for Sunjata to lead the way outside. Be would follow.
"Sounds like as good a plan as any," he replied. "At least at night no one will be there to laugh if I get cursed." He raised his glas in a bit of a toast. "To Safrin, may she hear our prayers."
Korbin was a big man - not as big as Sunjata perhaps but not far from - sand his tolerance was fairly high. He felt the buzz of the alcohol inside, warming him to uncomfortable levels. The Arbiter's suggestion made him consider - did he really care to go anywhere with this person? - but the promise of a breeze won out over his reticence.
"Alright," he conceded, and threw back the rest of his drink. Leaving his payment on the counter, he stood and gathered up his belongings, then motioned for Sunjata to lead the way outside. Be would follow.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
