B a s t i e n
I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin
He laughed and held up his hands at the sudden flurry of questions, but did try and answer each he could remember: "It is...many things, as all worlds are. There are other Gods - the 'Old' Gods. Safrin, Ludo and Frey will be the ones you see. I have heard there are dragons in the Wilds, but I have yet to see one, and from what I have heard that's something to be glad of. I am...not sure of a 'rat-child'..." Bastien paused, for a second wondering if he'd heard Darkeye wrong, but he supposed that was just different worlds for you. "I assume you don't mean our war, in which case I must tell you again that this is a completely different place to where you have come from, my friend." It usually took a while for it to completely sink in.
As for why he felt weak, all Bastien could do was shrug. He'd felt much the same when he'd come across the portal. "I am an artist, first and foremost, and an ambassador second. We stand in the Hollowed Grounds, which yes, is my home. This-" He pointed up to to the Spire, "-Is the Spire. There is too much to explain now, but it was once a prison of sorts. Now it is merely a ruin." Before answering the last questions in the flood that had emerged, he took a breath shaped with a smile and rubbed the back of his neck, looking over towards the Settlement.
"I am from a world called Earth, from a country known as Venice. I assume we are from different places, as my world certainly did not have goblins or dragons. I have been here for...Gods, about four years, now." Time slipped by when he wasn't looking. Four years since his arrival, three since the Sanctuary, two since Rexanna had gone... "If you'd like, I could show you to somewhere you may stay for the night? While you get settled?"
And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within
You crawl up in there and join me within
