KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
This writing and passing it back and forth was time consuming and tedious. It annoyed Korbin that he had to resort to this kind of thing, when he would have been done a long time ago if he could just speak. He brooded over the shrine visit, tried to figure out what had gone wrong. Had he not played well enough? Was his request - his plea - that conceited? All he wanted was to atone... but perhaps this was the gods response. Fair enough... no mercy for killers.
When Glas responded, Korbin nodded. Then realised the other wasn't looking at him, and resigned himself to the charcoal again.
"Sure, tomorrow." He paused, considered something. With a bit of a grimace he added, "Do you have something else I can write on? To take with me." Another notebook or... anything that would help him communicate.
When Glas responded, Korbin nodded. Then realised the other wasn't looking at him, and resigned himself to the charcoal again.
"Sure, tomorrow." He paused, considered something. With a bit of a grimace he added, "Do you have something else I can write on? To take with me." Another notebook or... anything that would help him communicate.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
