Bastien
Bastien was rearranging the trinkets on his shelves, swapping out what was on display; he had collected so many odds and ends in his time in Caido that he liked to keep up a rotation for those that might visit. Some trophies of Ronin's from his monster hunting days, some artifacts rescued from the Ruins, some art pieces made by his members...an odd mix, contributing to the eclectic, bohemian atmosphere of the Artist's Sanctuary.He looked over as the door opened and smiled to see Amun; he had never been one to hold much of a grudge, and they'd sorted things out on the volcano. As a member of their Ascended family and a guild member, the man was certainly welcome. "Oh? Do come in, then. I would love to see." Stepping back from the shelves to gesture for Amun to come and sit on one of the couches in the main studio, he waited to see what it was he had brought.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
