A new World

B a s t i e n

I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin

Visiting the Spire had become a regular part of Bastien's routine since his dreams of a Temple had been dashed and he had begun to look forward to it. While the tall, foreboding walls of the Spire were not at all the artist's usual fare, there was something about the structure that called to him, drew him back; perhaps, he fancied, it was the boldness of it. Something that had once been a symbol of oppression that was now one of freedom, of rebellion.

If he wanted to get poetic, that was (which he always did).

The shout he heard when he was just outside the structure and he paused, frowning as he tried to place the voice. Not any that he recognised; possibly another member of the Order, or someone else with cruel intentions for the Ascended. Thinking it best to take caution, he waited around the corner until he saw the stranger walk through the door.

Instantly, the odd clothes and confused expression gave it away. Bastien had seen enough Outlanders, had been one himself. He knew the signs. It had been quite a while since there had been a new arrival, but he supposed the Voice had never said she would stop bringing them through. Clearing his throat, putting on his most winning smile and striding over, he prepared to answer all the usual welcoming questions. "I believe I can help you with that, Sir. May I know your name? I am Bastien De Rosieres, and I can explain it all for you."

And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within