God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born
As Wessex first stood close to him and began to speak into his mind, Bastien looked about, trying to see where the voice was coming from. When he realised what was happening he looked Wessex up and down with wide eyes, shocked that such a thing was possible: it seemed Caido still had some surprises for him yet.
"Wel--" He began, then closed his mouth and concentrated, trying to send a message back to Wessex without much familiarity with how to do it. Alright. I will tell people as I see them. Though is the Medical College any more safe than this temple? Truthfully he'd never been there, but he had thought it was just a school.
"Wel--" He began, then closed his mouth and concentrated, trying to send a message back to Wessex without much familiarity with how to do it. Alright. I will tell people as I see them. Though is the Medical College any more safe than this temple? Truthfully he'd never been there, but he had thought it was just a school.
Winds of misfortune have blown them about
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out
BASTIEN
