BASTIEN
Bastien was having a somewhat lazy day, reading in bed a book he had gotten from the market, one that claimed to tell the stories of art within the Hollowed Grounds since the barrier had been erected; he'd found it an utter bore, lacking in any real context or depth, but it was the best this place seemed to have, so he'd stuck with it for the moment.He thought he heard someone come through the door but with no yell, didn't pay it much mind; the studio was advertised as always open after all, and it was not totally unheard of for people to come in and paint throughout the day. Going back to his book, he tried to keep reading, but found that his mind much rather wanted to stray downstairs, wonder who it was: he couldn't hear Pittore excitedly chattering away, so they had to be being quiet.
Sitting up and putting the book down (not bothering to mark his place) he stood up and began to descend down the stairs, carefully going slowly and quietly so he could peak around them and through the door to see who had entered without giving away his presence.
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
