KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin waited patiently for the message to be read. For Glas to think, and scribble down a reply. In the meantime, he looked about the shop, considering the items. Went through a list in his mind of what he would have to do once this visit was over. More errands for the Kraai, quite a few for home that had piled up. He might consider a trip to the Palace for one of Loren's promised lessons in healing too... though part of him wanted to forget he ever considered accepting that. Better save it for LongNight.
The notebook was pushed back, and after a quick glance at it, he wrote down the reply. "There's a hairline crack in the soundboard of my lute. Not too deep yet, but I want to fix it before it gets worse. Can you do it? I'll pay you good."
The lute in itself was worth everything Korbin had to give, and he would happily double what he had traded away for it, to make sure he didn't have to give it up. The lute was more than just an instrument to him.
The notebook was pushed back, and after a quick glance at it, he wrote down the reply. "There's a hairline crack in the soundboard of my lute. Not too deep yet, but I want to fix it before it gets worse. Can you do it? I'll pay you good."
The lute in itself was worth everything Korbin had to give, and he would happily double what he had traded away for it, to make sure he didn't have to give it up. The lute was more than just an instrument to him.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
