KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Again, Korbin nodded agreement. There were many things they could do, but the preferable one would be to dig up the stores they already had, and salvage other lumber for tasks better suited. Their lack of resources was a clear downside here, as was the hostile weather; much would be impossible to undertake until Flowerbirth, when the temperatures became less deadly.
He huffed a quiet laugh at her when she implied he was unlikely to do as she said. "I don't know about Loren, but I'm definitely going to question your decisions every step of the way. In private," he added. "But if you give me an order as the Warden? I will listen, Weaver." He might not like it, but they'd had that conversation already. Korbin didn't expect to like all the things he was set to do, and he was fully prepared to face those situations when they arose. Oh, he might be a lot happier if she actually listened to him, but in the end, she was the Warden. He was... well, what was he going to be?
"What exactly will be my responsibilities?" he asked, tapping his fingers against the arm-rest of the chair. "Better rein me in, or I'll be poking my nose into everyone's business." He knew himself well enough to say that much right away.
Korbin took some time to consider other alternatives to the Launceleyn problem. Eventually, he shrugged. "I can think of a number of nasty uses you might put them to. Clear out Whitebrim and restore it to Citadel rule, find out more about those who attacked us, that sort of thing. But in the end, I don't think you can afford to be lenient with either of them. Neron might be tolerated here, if he isn't given power anymore, but Zariah will have to go." Noah's attitude, as shown the previous night, was one that would be shared by many.
He huffed a quiet laugh at her when she implied he was unlikely to do as she said. "I don't know about Loren, but I'm definitely going to question your decisions every step of the way. In private," he added. "But if you give me an order as the Warden? I will listen, Weaver." He might not like it, but they'd had that conversation already. Korbin didn't expect to like all the things he was set to do, and he was fully prepared to face those situations when they arose. Oh, he might be a lot happier if she actually listened to him, but in the end, she was the Warden. He was... well, what was he going to be?
"What exactly will be my responsibilities?" he asked, tapping his fingers against the arm-rest of the chair. "Better rein me in, or I'll be poking my nose into everyone's business." He knew himself well enough to say that much right away.
Korbin took some time to consider other alternatives to the Launceleyn problem. Eventually, he shrugged. "I can think of a number of nasty uses you might put them to. Clear out Whitebrim and restore it to Citadel rule, find out more about those who attacked us, that sort of thing. But in the end, I don't think you can afford to be lenient with either of them. Neron might be tolerated here, if he isn't given power anymore, but Zariah will have to go." Noah's attitude, as shown the previous night, was one that would be shared by many.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
