Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
Bastien arrived after Rexanna, having stayed behind to make sure the Artist's Sanctuary was as protected as it could be. While he knew he could not barricade the door enough that the toughest of the monsters wouldn't be able to get in, he had taken all the supplies and pieces and hidden them upstairs, wrapped in canvas and sheets. He suspected the monsters would not be curious enough about the smell of paint to investigate.
The building...well, he hoped it would still be in decent condition, but the important thing, the soul of the place, was the art.
When he arrived, Rexanna had a gift for him. He held the dagger lightly with his fingertips, not used to handling weapons. Still, he understood the necessity of it. "Thank you, darling. I see you even create knives to my aesthetic senses." He said with a smile, though he felt an odd darkness in his heart at the sight of the blade.
With them both there and the knife hooked into his belt, he sat down and began to sketch in the book he had bought, hoping to pass the time.
The building...well, he hoped it would still be in decent condition, but the important thing, the soul of the place, was the art.
When he arrived, Rexanna had a gift for him. He held the dagger lightly with his fingertips, not used to handling weapons. Still, he understood the necessity of it. "Thank you, darling. I see you even create knives to my aesthetic senses." He said with a smile, though he felt an odd darkness in his heart at the sight of the blade.
With them both there and the knife hooked into his belt, he sat down and began to sketch in the book he had bought, hoping to pass the time.
mortal kings are ruling castles
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BASTIEN
