KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He felt the gaze of the dragon burn his back as he walked around it. The question made Korbin pause in his track, if only briefly. Possibly he was a bit surprised; he'd been fairly civil, compared to some of the other recent interactions he'd had with people. No doubt due to the massive scale of the dragon.
"No," he replied, "not that I know of. There's no reason for small talk either though. I don't know you, nor do I really care to." His tone was calm, even and entirely dismissive.
Honestly, Korbin was more than a little tired of all the strangers that tried to weedle their way into his life recently. He had no desire to befriend any of them, but it seemed impossible to get that to sink in without resorting to bluntness and rude behaviour.
The young raven resumed walking, continuing to make his way towards the path. Hoping this would be the end of the chatter. He had been in a rather good mood, and it wasn't too late for it to come back.
"No," he replied, "not that I know of. There's no reason for small talk either though. I don't know you, nor do I really care to." His tone was calm, even and entirely dismissive.
Honestly, Korbin was more than a little tired of all the strangers that tried to weedle their way into his life recently. He had no desire to befriend any of them, but it seemed impossible to get that to sink in without resorting to bluntness and rude behaviour.
The young raven resumed walking, continuing to make his way towards the path. Hoping this would be the end of the chatter. He had been in a rather good mood, and it wasn't too late for it to come back.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
