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Bastien makes a show of himself. This is not uncommon, he likes attention just as much as he has gathered Sewell does. He paces, stretching out long dead muscle and sinew in preparation. The space he has rented for the evening is dimly lit with plenty of open space for the activity they have mutually agreed upon for the evening—sparring.
His chin tilts ever so slightly skyward. “So, Sewell, I take it you enjoy filling your nights with good company and good wine.”
He has opted to dress down this evening. The rings, of course, are missing from his fingers. He's not here to actually do damage anyone, after all. “And now good fights.”











