KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Korbin bristled somewhat over the suggestion that Halo would go under if nothing changed. The notion was ridiculous. The region had been doing just fine for three centuries, and it was only the influx of outsiders and their erratic comings and goings that put a strain on the region.
"There was balance here before that damned portal opened," he replied, trying his best to calm down. He was raging over Sunjata, not Chulane. To the point where he wasn't registering the use of nicknames or even that he was talking to someone he had sworn to avoid. "We were fine. There were good years and bad years but the people survived. We were alive, life was good. Why does every outlander come here and wrinkle the nose at Halo like it's not good enough?"
He actually sounded hurt, offended to the quick that his beautiful, harsh and brutal homeland didn't meet whatever standards they were used to. First the fucking Palace, then the bar, a gods cursed spa and now this too. What was wrong with the booze they had before? What about their councils of elders, their sweat baths and the luxere jerky? Why did everyone want more when what they had was already enough?
Walking off to lean against the wall next to Chuy's chair, Korbin scowled down at his feet. The idea of even talking to Sunjata made his blood boil, and the only kind of conversation he was interested in was the kicking kind Neron had suggested.
"He's had chances to make offers like that to the Warden before," Korbin pointed out, a little bit more collected now that he was on his feet. "If Torchline wanted official connections, why haven't they tried already? Even Weaver didn't know what Sunjata wanted with the information... I wonder if it's even for the government, or if it's about something else."
His brows remained knitted as he though of the recent discovery he'd made at the bar.
"I found a hidden door at the Kraai," he revealed, lowering his voice even more. "In the kitchen. Locked... and really fucking hard to see. I've worked in there for weeks without ever noticing. Not something meant to be opened unless you know it's there."
He threw a look at the other, interested in hearing what theories Chuy might have about it. The thing had weighed on him for a while, but who was he to talk to about it? The one he trusted above all others had not seen fit to tell him about it.
That hurt even more than the slights on Halo.
"There was balance here before that damned portal opened," he replied, trying his best to calm down. He was raging over Sunjata, not Chulane. To the point where he wasn't registering the use of nicknames or even that he was talking to someone he had sworn to avoid. "We were fine. There were good years and bad years but the people survived. We were alive, life was good. Why does every outlander come here and wrinkle the nose at Halo like it's not good enough?"
He actually sounded hurt, offended to the quick that his beautiful, harsh and brutal homeland didn't meet whatever standards they were used to. First the fucking Palace, then the bar, a gods cursed spa and now this too. What was wrong with the booze they had before? What about their councils of elders, their sweat baths and the luxere jerky? Why did everyone want more when what they had was already enough?
Walking off to lean against the wall next to Chuy's chair, Korbin scowled down at his feet. The idea of even talking to Sunjata made his blood boil, and the only kind of conversation he was interested in was the kicking kind Neron had suggested.
"He's had chances to make offers like that to the Warden before," Korbin pointed out, a little bit more collected now that he was on his feet. "If Torchline wanted official connections, why haven't they tried already? Even Weaver didn't know what Sunjata wanted with the information... I wonder if it's even for the government, or if it's about something else."
His brows remained knitted as he though of the recent discovery he'd made at the bar.
"I found a hidden door at the Kraai," he revealed, lowering his voice even more. "In the kitchen. Locked... and really fucking hard to see. I've worked in there for weeks without ever noticing. Not something meant to be opened unless you know it's there."
He threw a look at the other, interested in hearing what theories Chuy might have about it. The thing had weighed on him for a while, but who was he to talk to about it? The one he trusted above all others had not seen fit to tell him about it.
That hurt even more than the slights on Halo.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
