KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A dark brow rose up beneath the untidy mop of hair, at the tone. "You don't have to answer anything at all, if you don't want to," he replied, in a mild tone. "I can't say I'm all that scared of you, so..." Pulling his hands out, he held them aloft in a shrug that suggested he didn't feel a need to be placated.
Perhaps surprisingly, Korbin didn't scoff at the notion of visions. He just nodded thoughtfully at it. "Do you know the details of it? Or where I might find out more? Ignorance has never been bliss to me." If nothing else, it might be song fodder.
His curiosity did grant him something a bit more than he'd bargained för however. Even he had to recoil a bit at the revelation, a bit of a grimace scrunching his nose. "You drink their blood? And then you wonder why people are afraid... Normally, drinking that kind of stuff would make you puke your guts out. Literally." Curiously, Korbin sounded like he had tried.
Perhaps surprisingly, Korbin didn't scoff at the notion of visions. He just nodded thoughtfully at it. "Do you know the details of it? Or where I might find out more? Ignorance has never been bliss to me." If nothing else, it might be song fodder.
His curiosity did grant him something a bit more than he'd bargained för however. Even he had to recoil a bit at the revelation, a bit of a grimace scrunching his nose. "You drink their blood? And then you wonder why people are afraid... Normally, drinking that kind of stuff would make you puke your guts out. Literally." Curiously, Korbin sounded like he had tried.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
