BASTIEN
I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren’t mine
At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
"Me? I mean, of course." Bastien smiled, liking to think that a lot of the guild's visitors actually came secretly to see him rather than create. That over time he could become a figure of myth like he had done in Venice, a name whispered to young artists trying to make their first ways in the world.At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
Seeing the claws, he gasped and leaned forward to take them, lifted them up to the light to see them better. "How wonderful! I would love to hear the tale. Are these from a vile dragon or a great phoenix?" Whatever they were, they were certainly beautiful. He put the macabre trophy on a shelf for the moment, planning to display it nicely later.
Ronin said they had much to discuss, and Bastien supposed in a way all of them did. With the Queen and the woods, there was certainly a lot happening in Caido. But for him specifically from the Captain? Interested, he passed Ronin his wine and sat, motioned for him to sit too. "I am well. My guild is thriving, Rexanna may soon join me in Ascension and I managed to annoy our new Queen for a little before being thrown in jail." He laughed, not showing the real regret he held over the incident because of what it had forced Rexanna into.
Now my spirits rise when she turns out the bedroom light
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
