[SE] Capturing a Likeness

As Ronin came to admire his work Bastien looked towards his; it was amazing what he had done in such a short time. "Ah, Ronin. I may kidnap you for my guild if you do not willingly join. You are a talented artist and charming man and would be a wonderful asset." This was genuinely meant; he could think of few people better suited for the Sanctuary's mission. "Hm. If dying removes blemishes, I'm sure you could find a way to sell it." Bastien laughed, but could well imagine 'bottled death' being sold on the streets of Venice along with all the other oils and creams that had been readily available for any beauty issue anyone could have. With both of their paintings done there was no point to stay out in the cold dark, so he began to gather the painting things. "Would you help me back to the guild? You may of course keep your work." [fin] 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