KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
"Mhm, it has its uses, but I agree." There was a ttime when Korbin would have happily traded the favor of gods for the same gifts as his family had, but after recent events he wasn't too sure. Magic had not saved Weaver from the dragon.
He listened to her account of possessions, and shrugged. In any other world, that might not suffice, but this was Caido. Barter and trade was the universal means of acquiring whatwas needed, and what one did not have in means could be gained by labor. Easier than some ways, harsher than others.
"I think you're set," Korbin nodded, admittedly taken aback by how prepared she was. "Few who arrive in Caido are so well equipped... Most don't even arrive by choice. You are lucky, in more ways than one. Unless you ever feel like blaming anything for your coming here, of course."
That ghost of a smile reappeared, dry and almost amused. It was a little easier every time, så both soul and facial muscles relearned the art. Part of him was reluctant to engage with things, as if daring to laugh would somehow diminish the loss he had suffered. But staying in the haze of misery wasn't exactly living... And he had promised to give it a try.
Unable to think of more to say, Korbin fled to the glass again, sipping the burning liquid and waiting. To see if Tala had more questions, other things to say... or if she was bored enough to leave yet. Admittedly he wasn't cheerful company, and Korbin wouldn't blame her.
He listened to her account of possessions, and shrugged. In any other world, that might not suffice, but this was Caido. Barter and trade was the universal means of acquiring whatwas needed, and what one did not have in means could be gained by labor. Easier than some ways, harsher than others.
"I think you're set," Korbin nodded, admittedly taken aback by how prepared she was. "Few who arrive in Caido are so well equipped... Most don't even arrive by choice. You are lucky, in more ways than one. Unless you ever feel like blaming anything for your coming here, of course."
That ghost of a smile reappeared, dry and almost amused. It was a little easier every time, så both soul and facial muscles relearned the art. Part of him was reluctant to engage with things, as if daring to laugh would somehow diminish the loss he had suffered. But staying in the haze of misery wasn't exactly living... And he had promised to give it a try.
Unable to think of more to say, Korbin fled to the glass again, sipping the burning liquid and waiting. To see if Tala had more questions, other things to say... or if she was bored enough to leave yet. Admittedly he wasn't cheerful company, and Korbin wouldn't blame her.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
