KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
No firewood then. That should have been the bed of this conversation, but Korbin hesitated when the chair was pushed out. He studied Chulane from under the line of jaggedly cut hair, wary of more reaching, of further probing and prodding of his mental state. But the Kraai seemed innocent enough of a subject. Korbin recalled too that the man had been made an official by Morgan. Ironic, how the woman removed one outlander and put another in power. It was almost like she didn't have faith in her own people.
Slowly, as if this might be some kind of trap, Korbin sat down. Shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to say.
"Don't have many," he replied quietly, "aside from getting it back to my si- to Weaver's standards." He staggered on her name, and it was clear that even saying it hurt like hell. "New people, new delivery chain... Neron asked for a job, which is... kind of bizarre."
If anyone had suggested at the start of the season that he would consider hiring the fucking Hailstorm to help run the bar he hated, Korbin would have laughed himself silly. But today there was nothing humorous about it, and he only had this vague feeling that the whole world was off kilter. Askew, misaligned, entirely wrong in so many subtle ways.
"Might have to change the name too... I want to break off from her old business partner."
Shrugging, Korbin settled back, unsure if there was more to say. It would take work to make it happen, and there might be trouble before everything was sorted out, but... He didn't exactly have other plans. And people were keen on telling him how much Weaver would have wanted him to run the place.
Slowly, as if this might be some kind of trap, Korbin sat down. Shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to say.
"Don't have many," he replied quietly, "aside from getting it back to my si- to Weaver's standards." He staggered on her name, and it was clear that even saying it hurt like hell. "New people, new delivery chain... Neron asked for a job, which is... kind of bizarre."
If anyone had suggested at the start of the season that he would consider hiring the fucking Hailstorm to help run the bar he hated, Korbin would have laughed himself silly. But today there was nothing humorous about it, and he only had this vague feeling that the whole world was off kilter. Askew, misaligned, entirely wrong in so many subtle ways.
"Might have to change the name too... I want to break off from her old business partner."
Shrugging, Korbin settled back, unsure if there was more to say. It would take work to make it happen, and there might be trouble before everything was sorted out, but... He didn't exactly have other plans. And people were keen on telling him how much Weaver would have wanted him to run the place.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
