Korrin's current crash space, such as it is, consists of a partitioned area at one end of the warehouse at the docks. It's not a large space, just enough for two people to live and privacy is more or less an illusion, with thin walls that don't reach all the way to the ceiling. It's ironic that the Gallows' accommodations would actually give her more of that craved privacy, but she can barely bring herself to step foot in it, let alone live there. So, the docks it is, with a few homey touches.
Changing into a fresh set of clothes after her long day of work, Korrin calls out. "Come in, just close the door behind you. Or not, if there's a Templar by the name of Cade around." What, she can't help it if he likes getting flashed by her. (He doesn't.)
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Changing into a fresh set of clothes after her long day of work, Korrin calls out. "Come in, just close the door behind you. Or not, if there's a Templar by the name of Cade around." What, she can't help it if he likes getting flashed by her. (He doesn't.)