BASTIEN
Bastien couldn't help but snort a little laugh at Wessex's dismissive summary. "Perhaps. If he will still talk to us, I will have to ask him. I am confident he will still be on our side, but if not, do not worry - I will not give away too much." He'd spent years in Venice working in intrigue, pleasing certain Lords and Doges and setting up others for failure, taking in sons of nobles and manipulating the relationships of those that would affect his enterprises; he knew when to keep things back, even if his persona was one of extraverted enthusiasm.
"I will let you know as soon as I have any word from Isla." He confirmed, hoping she'd say yes; it would take some of the pressure off of his shoulders and having a partner in this mess would make the whole thing more bearable.
Knowing nothing about the Order, he shook his head. "No, no ideas. Except to perhaps tell them Ascended regularly gather here to be naked and vulnerable?" After a pause, Bastien shook his head. "Bad joke. Sorry."
"I will let you know as soon as I have any word from Isla." He confirmed, hoping she'd say yes; it would take some of the pressure off of his shoulders and having a partner in this mess would make the whole thing more bearable.
Knowing nothing about the Order, he shook his head. "No, no ideas. Except to perhaps tell them Ascended regularly gather here to be naked and vulnerable?" After a pause, Bastien shook his head. "Bad joke. Sorry."
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
