Kiss from a Rose

Jigano took the thorn from him - in the second their hands met, Bastien hoped that he might have saved the bard from the worst of his fate. Either way, he could not bring the man back to town; he had heard that Blighted who were out of control were being taken to the prison. If one was to die of illness, lost from themselves and mad, it was best for it to happen where they could be free and breath air one last time, he thought. "Good luck. If...if you do make it through this, come and see me in the Guild. I would like to know you are well." He asked, then gathering his painting things (trying not to look at Jigano as he did - he knew if it was him, he would not want to be seen in such a way) he left, troubled and sad. Bastien I must say, it’s nice This pageant of vice For life’s just the rice But sin is the flavour