Open Fields of Grace

Bastien wasn't expecting a laugh to be the response to his perfectly legitimate question, but he wasn't offended - more entranced by the answer given afterwards. He didn't even argue that a life lived for ones craft was hardly simple and always rewarding, even though the words were immediately on his tongue. "An assassin!?" He repeated back to Kalt, fascinated. Leaning forward, he spoke in hushed tones as if someone would be listening. "Oh, you must tell me more." The word assassin brought to mind anonymous men in hoods sneaking about Doge's palaces, mysterious shadows far from his world of art and light; it was exciting in a way few things were in this place. "Have you ever killed a King? Someone grand? Or politically important. Or oh! A Religious figure. Or perhaps something less grand but altogether world-ending for someone. I'm sure you must have stories." His face held an expression of absolutely rapt attention as he waited for Kalt's answer, wanting already to know it all. BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days