they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
This really wasn't his sort of scene, not at all the kind of place Bastien imagined himself fitting in; he'd never been one for hushed, official spaces or 'meetings' that didn't involve getting naked or having wine. Still, he had agreed to be an Ambassador for the Grounds and he kept his word, so here he was. Smiling at his fellow council members and settling in to sit down at the table, lacing his fingers before himself and wishing Rexanna could be there too.She'd always been better at this sort of thing.
He greeted everyone, but said nothing of business yet, eyes flicking to Oliver at his question about the Order, a shadowy organisation Bastien only knew vague things about, but already knew he would hate passionately. Had they infiltrated the town already?
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