"Too serious, I know." Korrin smirks and glances around, and snags some hearth cakes to share. They're probably a little stale, but food is food. Plopping down so Alistair doesn't have to get a crick in his neck talking to her, she promptly claims one.

"Right, and so are my parents, who were hired to help guard the merchant caravan Sabriel lived with when we were kids. We got into all sorts of trouble...thanks to my influence, mostly. I used to love watching her magic at work. It's too bad I came into my own later, after we'd gone our separate ways."