KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
There was a slight tensing of his shoulders. This woman... her mouth just kept running, having no idea what she was talking about. Korbin wished he had Neron's ability to just shut the talk out. He tried pulling in a deep breath. Tried pretending that the things she blabbered on about had nothing to do with him. Like pitting Weaver, Zariah and Sunjata into the same conversation didn't make him want to scream.
It was surprisingly easy. He even managed a wry smile.
"Weaver Hale. My sister. She had some contacts among the outsiders, so the place is fairly well stocked. Beer, ale, cider, wine, hard liqour... you name it. She started on her own brews as well. I haven't had time to take inventory yet for any specifics." That was only half true, but knowing what was in stock was not the same as knowing where it had all come from.
"If I were you, I wouldn't wave Zariah's name around too much... after sacrificing her own kid, no one is giving a damn about what she may or might not like." The day Safrin herself came down from her starry throne to drink his wine was the day Korbin quit and became a priest. Highly unlikely.
It was surprisingly easy. He even managed a wry smile.
"Weaver Hale. My sister. She had some contacts among the outsiders, so the place is fairly well stocked. Beer, ale, cider, wine, hard liqour... you name it. She started on her own brews as well. I haven't had time to take inventory yet for any specifics." That was only half true, but knowing what was in stock was not the same as knowing where it had all come from.
"If I were you, I wouldn't wave Zariah's name around too much... after sacrificing her own kid, no one is giving a damn about what she may or might not like." The day Safrin herself came down from her starry throne to drink his wine was the day Korbin quit and became a priest. Highly unlikely.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
