[Mini Event] Bastien, Remembered

If you were going to pretend you were dead, it was sad to do it without sending yourself off. Bastien had always been one for frills and pomp, for all the formalities and show one could get, and he would not miss the chance to throw himself a funeral. On the last day of Longnight, even! How thematically fantastic! End of the dark, into a new light. There wasn't going to be a coffin, of course; his story was that he had been ripped apart by terrible beasts in the night and the body was far too mangled to show. Far too ruined to put on display, to ruin everyone's memory of his fantastical beauty. No, all he had was a self portrait he'd painted while bored a few weeks ago and some candles. It would do. There was something quite nice about being able to go to the Rathskellar as a fresh face, unrecognised and able to observe without interruption. To his annoyance, no one was talking about his absence, but he was sure that would change after the event. Around the inn he put up notices saying the following: FUNERAL SERVICE FOR BASTIEN DE ROSIERES BASTIEN WAS SADLY KILLED DURING A HEROIC RESCUE THIS LONGNIGHT. HE WAS MUCH BELOVED BY ALL WHO KNEW HIM AND VERY ACCOMPLISHED AS WELL AS TALENTED. A SERVICE TO REMEMBER HIM WILL BE HELD BY JEDIDIAH (NEW CHURCH OF SAFRIN LEADER) ON THE LAST DAY OF LONGNIGHT AT 7:30PM. When the moment finally arrived he made sure all the candles were lit and stood waiting at the top of the room in his most regal and dignified outfit, all dark blue and blacks. He was old, yes, some might say ugly, but that didn't mean he couldn't be striking. He hoped he'd gotten enough chairs with the many people bound to come. Bastien Oh what an exit, that's how to go When they're ringing your curtain down Demand to be buried like Bastien De Rosieres It's quite a sunset