Strike the Iron

BASTIEN Soon everybody, everywhere will be The envy of the gods above Bastien had gotten used to most of the faces in the settlement's marketplace, having come here every day to spread news of his church and browse the wares (he only ever bought food or art supplies, but liked to wander and look at everything available). He had come with a handful of cards again today, eager to hand them out among any new people he could see. Every so often there seemed to be a wave of Outlanders looking for something to do and somewhere to go. It wasn't hard to notice the bright copper hair in the crowd, especially not with the golden jewellery catching the light of the cold Deepfrost sun above. Immediately Bastien was drawn to whoever this new person was. He loved those who dared to be a spectacle in such a dreary place; they were the people whom he wished to fill his halls with. He sauntered forward, ready to be as charming as he could be. Easily he stepped in beside Caiside then spun so they were facing, holding out a hand to try and stop him in the crowd. "What enchanting eyes." He said as an introduction, once he had come around to Caiside 's front. "You cannot be from here. You must be from another place, with such otherworldly beauty. Was it recently you fell?" He just about avoided saying from Heaven, but if Caiside knew the line it would be clear where it had been going.