Bastien
"Ah - and have you hunted anything particularly fearsome lately?" Bastien asked, fondly remembering making an agreement with Ronin long ago that the man would bring him trophies from the beasts he slayed, for painting. He had only received the one, in the end, but Ronin was a busy man. Bastien did not really mind if the brushes he had nowadays were 'destroyed', not when magic was so prolific in the Hollowed Grounds and when the brushes he had were hardly of the highest quality. Still, he appreciated Melita's willingness to get messy with her hands. "I am sure it does. Where was it you made this masterpiece? I would like to see it?"
'Dragon's Throat'. It was an evocative name, one Bastien found he quite liked - he was excited to see how she would recreate it. "Ah. I think that answer changes every day. But...ultimately? I believe it is my wife Rexanna. To paint her is to revel in her beauty and power and to remember that she chose to share them with me."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
