Open Fields of Grace

"Train? Heh. Alright." Bastien had honestly let himself go a little in the time since he'd arrived here. He used to regularly work out, lifting weights and walking around Venice nearly every day, but here...there had been less reason to do so. Perhaps a regular sparring partner was just what he needed, as long as there were no deadly weapons involved. For a little while after that he stayed quiet, humming and tapping his fingers on the ground as he listened to Kalt play. The songs sometimes sounded like ghosts of tunes he remembered from home, distant memories drifting through the notes. Eventually he shifted to lean forward and address Kalt again. "So. I assume you are not from here. Tell me of your world before, and how you came to be here. I arrived in my sleep, but it seems some have a more dramatic tale. I would love to hear yours. If it is anything like the rest of your life, it promises to be exciting." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days