KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Did he though? Korbin wasn't so sure. And Amun's rant kind of proved the point, in a way. The raven hadn't raised his voice, and strangely enough didn't get riled by the counter arguments. He just shrugged at them, got to his feet - feeling the need to move, stand, change his line of sight - And with hands tucked deep into pockets he leaned back against the building he sheltered in the shade of.
"Gods, goddesses... I don't really care about who did what several hundred years ago. I wasn't there. Nor, dare I say, was you. What I do care about is what's happening right now."
He spoke quite calmly, and threw a quick glance at Amun before turning his eyes on the horizon. "From where I'm standing, this is what things look like. An outlander appears from nowhere and takes over my homeland. Two years later, that portal opens, and people start flooding in. They begin to poke their noses into things they don't understand. They screw up, and as a consequence, my people die. The self proclaimed Warden does nothing. Now..." He paused, pursing his lips. "You could argue that none that is any of your business. But I gotta ask... Where was my choice in any of this? When was I consulted, when did you ask what I thought before you slammed open a door into my house?"
Despite the slight emphasis on a few words, Korbin's tone was almost cool as he spoke, and as he turned fully towards the other man, he looked more curious than anything else.
"Did your people ever consider the consequences your actions might have on the place you invade? Do you feel any responsibility at all for the deaths your 'restoration' bring on?"
"Gods, goddesses... I don't really care about who did what several hundred years ago. I wasn't there. Nor, dare I say, was you. What I do care about is what's happening right now."
He spoke quite calmly, and threw a quick glance at Amun before turning his eyes on the horizon. "From where I'm standing, this is what things look like. An outlander appears from nowhere and takes over my homeland. Two years later, that portal opens, and people start flooding in. They begin to poke their noses into things they don't understand. They screw up, and as a consequence, my people die. The self proclaimed Warden does nothing. Now..." He paused, pursing his lips. "You could argue that none that is any of your business. But I gotta ask... Where was my choice in any of this? When was I consulted, when did you ask what I thought before you slammed open a door into my house?"
Despite the slight emphasis on a few words, Korbin's tone was almost cool as he spoke, and as he turned fully towards the other man, he looked more curious than anything else.
"Did your people ever consider the consequences your actions might have on the place you invade? Do you feel any responsibility at all for the deaths your 'restoration' bring on?"
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
