Remi was not often in his shop anymore, Bastien had been told. No, he now spent most of his time in the Monster Hunter's guild, with a unicorn, a dragon and a baby. It sounded bizzare, like some cheap children's opera. Bastien knew the reasons for the move, of course, but given the whimsical nature of Remi's current situation he hoped he'd find the other man not in totally dark spirits, for two reasons:
1. He needed to ask a favour.
2. Remi possibly still thought him dead.
Of course, he had answers about the 'rumour' of his death, but Remi would no doubt not welcome a ghost at the door given his recent experiences. After talking to Rexanna this was one of the few things Bastien felt real guilt over, knowing his pantomimed funeral had been poorly timed, sandwiched by very real and tragic losses on either side. Though given he could not apologise without revealing his secrets, it was unlikely Remi would ever know of his regret.
Not quite sure what he was going to see on the other side of the door Bastien knocked, holding a bundled package in his arms and his best charming smile on his face.
1. He needed to ask a favour.
2. Remi possibly still thought him dead.
Of course, he had answers about the 'rumour' of his death, but Remi would no doubt not welcome a ghost at the door given his recent experiences. After talking to Rexanna this was one of the few things Bastien felt real guilt over, knowing his pantomimed funeral had been poorly timed, sandwiched by very real and tragic losses on either side. Though given he could not apologise without revealing his secrets, it was unlikely Remi would ever know of his regret.
Not quite sure what he was going to see on the other side of the door Bastien knocked, holding a bundled package in his arms and his best charming smile on his face.
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
