KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A faint smile ghosted over his lips. "A pirating potter, or a pottering pirate? Lawless hawking of tableware, or perilous pillaging of porcelain... Color me intrigued." His eyes had begun to glitter, rather enjoying the teasing wordplay.
"No doubt you are right, master Potter. I think it's more..." Korbin groped for a decent explanation. "More along the lines of guilt, I think. I don't know that I could stand it, leaving the hard and dangerous work to others while sitting safely at home, plucking my lutestrings. I already do too much of that as it is."
Never mind that he let Weaver do the brunt of the hunting already, he was still doing it, on occasion. If he declined even that... How could be look her in the eyes again?
"No doubt you are right, master Potter. I think it's more..." Korbin groped for a decent explanation. "More along the lines of guilt, I think. I don't know that I could stand it, leaving the hard and dangerous work to others while sitting safely at home, plucking my lutestrings. I already do too much of that as it is."
Never mind that he let Weaver do the brunt of the hunting already, he was still doing it, on occasion. If he declined even that... How could be look her in the eyes again?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
