BASTIEN
If Bastien was ill from his trip with Wessex he didn't show it, a bright smile on his face and his hands rubbing excitedly together as he looked about the Obsidian Cathedral. It was beautiful, in a savage sort of way; perfect for their Goddess. "Nate! Amun! Neron! Hello! How wonderful we can meet here under these circumstances." For helping to make something new for the Voice was always a good circumstance, of course.He walked around the shrine Nate had made, appraising it from all angles. Not how he would have made it, but Bastien had a tendency to make everything rather baroque, and that would admittedly not have worked within the dark, straight-lined building. "Good work indeed."
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