Damsel in Distress

BASTIEN Soon everybody, everywhere will be The envy of the gods above The woman took his shawl but was clearly not well, her speech confused and halted and her teeth chattering. Bastien gently motioned for her to follow and keeping his hand lightly on her elbow, walked her towards the entrance to the Ruins, back towards the town. As he looked her over, saw the confusion and fear in her eyes, a realisation dawned. "Oh, I see. You were somewhere else and now you are here, yes? Suddenly...like magic?" Of course, the place she had come from may have been totally different than his own, as might her experience of coming over. But he had to start somewhere (there was also a possibility, in the back of his mind, that she was simply crazy). Placing a hand on his chest, he continued as if giving a great secret. "You see, this happened to me too. I was at home, sleeping, when suddenly I am here in a field. It has happened to many of us. But it is not so bad. I shall help you as some have helped me, yes?" He wasn't sure entirely what kind of help he could give - he didn't have the inn Vervain had had when she gave him a job, he didn't have massive resources. But he had a home, and a cult church, which was the beginnings of a community. "I am Bastien. What is your name?"