they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
With his recently improved mood, Bastien had been in the mood to host once more. He was an entertainer at heart, always had been, and little pleased him more than throwing an event that went well. The thought player had been on near-constantly recently, playing tunes he remembered from parties in Venice (he was sure his neighbours were sick of it, but the town at large needed the joy) and he had cleaned up the entire Sanctuary in preparation for any new guests.Lastly, he'd finally entered the kitchen again. With himself and a lot of the guild unable to actually eat due to being Ascended, Bastien had fallen out of the habit of cooking. But in the early days of the guild, it had been a good way to get people in the door and he felt like making something that would remind him of home. A cheese pie with a dashing of herbs, some creamed rice and bread, all spiced and flavoured to his particular liking, even if he could only get an idea of the taste.
If it was too spicy, he'd have to just apologise.
After leaving the window open while things cooked to draw in new members with the smell, Bastien had resumed progress on a painting he had been creating. Gold on one side, a deep blue on the other, he was working on blending the two colours with rough brush strokes and patterns. When he heard footsteps entering the Sanctuary his paintbrush paused and he turned to look at who was visiting, smiling to see a new face.
"Ah! Welcome to the Artist's Sanctuary!" Checking that his hands weren't covered in paint he held one out for shaking. "I am the host here, Bastien De Rosieres. Are you new to the Grounds?"
BASTIEN
