KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
The improvised bar in a corner of the Academy had been given set opening hours. From 'when Korbin felt like opening' until 'whenever he got tired of people and fucked off to somewhere else'. During his absence the chef from the Kraai - the only remaining staff after the new owner's cleanse - sat glaring at anyone who dared to approach the barrels. He made quite the impact, as he spent his time sharpening an ever present meat cleaver to a wicked edge.
Thanks to Noah, Korbin had another task to tend to, one that did not require talking to people. He made frequent rounds through the building and ensured that the fires were kept lit and well-supplied, and by his third pass even the most stubborn of old housewives had learned to keep their pots and pans and knitting away from his hearth. For some reason, they all looked nervous when he handled the fire. As if he might suddenly turn it on them.
Korbin entered the classroom without knocking, and headed straight for the fireplace without looking around. It was not until he was knealing by the hearth with a piece of wood in his hand that he realized that the room was not in fact empty. The raven froze in mid motion, and slowly turned his head towards the figure that loomed at the corner of his eye.
When he realized who it was, he tensed involuntarily, shoulders coming up before he could stop himself. Wary, uneasy. Not afraid, no, not exactly, but... the memory of their last encounter was too vivid.
Thanks to Noah, Korbin had another task to tend to, one that did not require talking to people. He made frequent rounds through the building and ensured that the fires were kept lit and well-supplied, and by his third pass even the most stubborn of old housewives had learned to keep their pots and pans and knitting away from his hearth. For some reason, they all looked nervous when he handled the fire. As if he might suddenly turn it on them.
Korbin entered the classroom without knocking, and headed straight for the fireplace without looking around. It was not until he was knealing by the hearth with a piece of wood in his hand that he realized that the room was not in fact empty. The raven froze in mid motion, and slowly turned his head towards the figure that loomed at the corner of his eye.
When he realized who it was, he tensed involuntarily, shoulders coming up before he could stop himself. Wary, uneasy. Not afraid, no, not exactly, but... the memory of their last encounter was too vivid.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
