Turned Around

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

With a disgusted sound Korbin jerked his hand away, wiping his sullied hand off on the heavy overcoat. Giving the girl a glare, he was tempted to stuff her mouth with snow just to keep her quiet, but thought better of it. At least she wasn't shouting anymore.

"Noah didn't tell you?" Korbin's own voice was barely more than a breath of air, just barely loud enough to be heard over the ever present wind. He gritted his teeth, and turned away to keep surveying the area. "It's a village, of sorts. For exiles. Criminals. Cannibals." Korbin shot her a glance, and raised a brow. "I'm sure they'd love to invite you for dinner."

It was impossible to know if she would take him seriously, but it was important that she did. He knew he should explain better, but this wasn't really the time, or place. Motioning for Delphine to stay put, Korbin began to creep towards the corner of the house, meaning to peek around. It had been difficult to tell if there were any footprints on the yard beyond; no smoke rose from the houses but that didn't really mean anything.

They could be holed up. They could be out hunting. They could be dead, for all he knew, but he really wasn't going to find out while unarmed and with a squishy outlander girl in tow.

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.