The Count of Monte Caido

Bastien nodded at Roana's words. While he didn't know if he actually would follow her instructions, he wanted to hear them. She had to be someone competent given she had gotten into the jail seemingly unseen; he would give her his full attention. As it turned out her instructions were easy enough to follow, especially given he was in a cell, though he did laugh a little and shake his head. "In my home, that would hardly count as a scene. A mere wiggle of the rules, maybe." But that was by the by. "But--alright. I promise you, if I get out of here I shall be a model citizen of this new regime. I will not even shit unless Zariah gives me permission." And he did actually mean it. While he usually was not so willing to immediately bend to rules, now he had someone to care about outside. 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