BASTIEN
As Remi appeared with a tantalisingly vague comment about stamina, Bastien grinned. "I could make bets on that. I won't, to save you the embarrassment, but I would be rather confident." Ronin. His bet was on Ronin."Ah yes, my time in the cell..." Shaking his head, Bastien dramatically cast his eyes up to the ceiling. "I'll have you know it was terrible. Such a grey room. Cold and damp. The bed was uncomfortable and I was harrassed by a random woman for my blood." He still wasn't sure what that had been about. Hopefully, nothing too bad would come of it.
Still, he was out of the prison now, so it was clear it had not all been doom and gloom. "The shining light in the whole thing was my dear Rexanna, and indeed, she is the reason I am here today. I would like your assistance in making her a...gift." Suddenly, he found himself nervous to ask for what he had intended. The word 'gift' was pronounced slowly, as if he was unsure, his throat blocking the words 'engagement ring' before they could leave him.
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
