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"If she already has a gift then I simply must fight to the death whoever has given it to her." Bastien stated as if this was plainly obvious, the only hint of it being a joke the uncontrollable curve up of his lips on either side. Truthfully, he wasn't too bothered about the strange rules of this festival and would give Rexanna the gift regardless, even if he had to wait until after the ceremony was through. He watched with approval as she went to take the wood. They did not have any carvers or sculptors as of yet in the guild, so he would watch what she did closely. "My dear, Rexanna charms anyone in any room she enters. I have to charm some women, just to keep up." He leaned in to work on his own clay face, trying to best capture his rather handsome cheekbones. "Zariah. What a wonderful name. I am Bastien De Rosieres, master of this Guild hall you find yourself in...I have not seen you before though, at any of my creative endeavours...are you perhaps not interested in such things?" Bastien Push back, push back, push back, With every word and every breath. What god doesn't give to you, You've got to go and get for yourself.