KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Slow was the only speed he could move at. While less painful than before, the wound still sucked energy from him with every move. Digging into a pocket, Korbin produced a roll of bandage and tied himself a sling out of it, to rest his arm in. While it helped lessen the jostling, his balance took a turn from it and that too kept the pace down.
"Where were you going, on your own?" he asked, when the mouldering pain became too much to carry in silence. Korbin needed a distraction, one that didn't interrupt his survey of the horizon for incoming threats.
If that meant listening to Delphine babbling, so be it. She seemed to like talking about herself anyway; if that story of the mission was true, she might be one of the more egocentric people he had the misfortune to come across.
"Where were you going, on your own?" he asked, when the mouldering pain became too much to carry in silence. Korbin needed a distraction, one that didn't interrupt his survey of the horizon for incoming threats.
If that meant listening to Delphine babbling, so be it. She seemed to like talking about herself anyway; if that story of the mission was true, she might be one of the more egocentric people he had the misfortune to come across.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
