KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin accepted the chalk and slate, turned it over in his hands. It wasn't too big, not overly cumbersome to carry around.
"Perfect," he wrote, offering a half grin to the other as he opted to use the slate instead of the notebook. "What do you want for this?," he added, realizing he wasn't sure how much it was worth.
He could think of a number of ways to repay, but left it to Glas to suggest something he actually wanted or needed.
"Perfect," he wrote, offering a half grin to the other as he opted to use the slate instead of the notebook. "What do you want for this?," he added, realizing he wasn't sure how much it was worth.
He could think of a number of ways to repay, but left it to Glas to suggest something he actually wanted or needed.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
