[SE] Capturing a Likeness

"How beautiful. You should join my Artist's Sanctuary as a poet. I remember your song, from the Safrin days. You are truly gifted with words, Ronin." It would be nice to have someone to write songs for the guild...perhaps he could ask that strange elf-looking fellow at the bar, too, stuck up as he was. Maybe getting a chance to drink and be merry with other creatives would help him to be less uptight. Ronin insisted it wasn't murder and Bastien had to bite his tongue to stop himself getting into philosophical wonderings on just what counted as a good killing and what didn't - if you went too far down that path it could lead to arguments, especially when you were speaking to the man wielding the murder weapon. "Ah, well...you never know. We have uncovered a forest. Perhaps we will discover a closer ocean, or a way through the forest to the other side. You can teach her to swim in the Oasis, at least." Bastien switched brushes to one with harder bristles to add texture, hummed to himself as he tilted his head to look at it and decide if he liked it. "What if she decides to make a nursery for baby monsters?" He laughed. "But..I do quite admire your stance. My parents were mortified I did not want to tend to gardens for the rest of my life." 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