BASTIEN
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
Holes for Peeping.
The Core had hardly given him lengthy instructions; Bastien had spent a couple of days just trying to digest the visit at all, the buzzing intensity of it's presence and what it wanted him to do. The only thing he could decipher from the message was a location: the Peepholes, in the Wilds, something he'd heard about from travellers coming in and out of the Grounds and Torchline.
Taking with him a couple of other Ascended, in the hopes that they might help him solve any puzzles unique to their people kept within the holes, he had set out at the start of sundown and up into the Oerwoud from the coast. Wearing a typically flowy, colourful outfit, Bastien looked far more like a beach model than a hiker, but he confidently strode up anyway.
"I...believe these are our goal." He announced as a pushed-aside branch revealed the large holes. "How odd."
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2-3 Ascended welcome!
You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something
