Under New Management

A brow quirked above one of Phoebe's wide eyes as the man started at hearing the name Bastien shouted outside. Odd. Was his name Bastien too? It seemed unlikely but...she supposed many weirder things had been known to happen in Caido. Phoebe glanced over when a red-headed woman came barrelling in shortly after. Lily, that was her name. She remembered encountering the Luxere with her for the first time a few weeks back. It seemed much longer than that with all that had taken place during Long Night. But her attention was drawn back to the old man as he spoke, answering their similar questions in one fell swoop. Thick brows furrowed now, the tale the old man was weaving might seem normal enough - someone dying during Long Night far from a far fetched tale. But there were...plot holes. Gaping ones. Or gaping to those who had never been so easily wooed by whatever weird charming spell Bastien had been able to cast over people. Of course, she was but seventeen. Exhausted. Her patience worn as thin as her nerves were bare. "That makes no sense." Phoebe said, her blunt, dry tone now mimicking that of the woman next to her, though her volume certainly didn't match. Of course, now she would have to explain herself, and so she would. "Bastien didn't have a church anymore. This was his brothel. He stopped running a church after Safrin spurned him. More importantly, Safrin disliked Bastien because of his arrogance and disrespect and...general stupidity. She told me this just before Long Night. She wouldn't have cared enough to send a disciple of hers to care for this place. Frankly, I am not certain she would have cared about his death anyways beyond it being death in general as antonymous to her nature as a goddess of life." Phoebe's head tilted to the side, considering him. This didn't add up to her. Something fishy was going on here. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry