Bastien
Bastien did not understand a lot of things in the Hollowed Grounds, but he had always had an intimate affection for parties. He didn't know the exact reason for the event happening, but a fire burning and decorations made meant he had found himself at a party - which meant it was a going to be a good night.
He strolled around with a confident ease, regarding each lantern in turn. Without really trying he naturally evaluated them on their artistic merit. Some did better than others. Still, he smiled at everyone willing to meet his eyes, shabby lantern or no.
He tried to note which people seemed as lost and confused as he was, which ones beared the obvious marks of being from somewhere else. He could see one woman stood by herself, almost hiding behind a lantern, and others about asking what this was all for.
Wanting to know more of the woman stood by herself, Bastien went to Rexanna's side, casually gesturing to a lantern in front of them.
"What do you think of this? To me, it has some authenticity but ah! What scruffy paint marks. Perhaps I have spent too long with more refined work."
