The Count of Monte Caido

Bastien was sure how long he stayed in the jail would have far more to do with Rexanna's willpower than Zariah's mercy, but said nothing. He didn't need to show all his cards, not even to an ally. "I wish I had your optimism." Was all he said, with a sad little smirk. He thought Roana might leave at this point, but she continued to speak, with a bizarre request that made him tilt his head. "Um. I...must admit I am not in the habit of giving out my blood. What God is it? And...why do you need it?" He wouldn't necessarily object, but he wanted to know a little more about what he was contributing towards. Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum