[SE] Capturing a Likeness

"I could not ask that red-headed boy to join my guild. He is...so awkward. I think he needs quite a few more good fucks and drinks before he's ready to spend any time with my kind of people." Bastien said easily, clearly having quite a formed opinion on Sam already. Even though he had helped him to Ascend, Bastien found him horrendously dull as a person. Sure, he was good at making books, but he had no flair. Bastien hoped there was an ocean to get to. That promised further adventure, possible other lands far away to take Rexanna to, escape their first start and make a new, proper life. He smiled and nodded, focused on his painting as he wondered what kind of home she would like. Something grand, like in her past? Or...no, he suspected she would prefer something a little more humble, but filled with art and love. Something he could provide. "Ah, military. The cult of the masses." He mused, leaning up to get a better view of a specific bit of the scenary. "Were you glad to be in the army, or did you terribly resent them?" Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum