Bastien
The orb placed and impressively hidden away, Bastien let his eyes slide from it, looking back a moment later to see if he'd be able to identify it's location if he were just to come across the scene naturally; he didn't think he would."...I see. They must be odd things indeed that you collect." He said of Henry's 'trinkets', not knowing of many people too ashamed to show their collections even within secret spaces; perhaps he just didn't understand. After all, Bastien had always worn of all of his thoughts and feelings, likes and dislikes, right on his sleeve. "Maybe one day you could permit me to view them."
Hopefully it wasn't anything really weird like jars of pee
The plan about the plaque sounding good, Bastien happy to not have to deal with the guild until the monsters were gone (hopefully), he nodded and clapped his hands together. "Sounds like we have a plan, then!"
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
