[ Bastien is not so much of a fixture in the Gallows as he used to be or as many people still are. He travels frequently; he lives ashore, in Lowtown; and ninety percent of his friends here are Kirkwall locals who don't work for Riftwatch at all. But he does work here, when he's not working abroad. And when he works here it's still cheaper (see: free) to eat what Riftwatch provides than to go back ashore for meals.
So here he is, in the dining hall, putting a bowl of stew and a leather folio down on the table across from Tav before sitting down before them. He's neatly but not showily dressed, hair and mustache all in order, with merry dark eyes and a prominent dimple when he smiles. ]
Monsieur le nouveau, [ clearly enough some term of address or greeting from the tone, even if Tav hasn't spent his first weeks here learning Orlesian at rapid speed. ] Hello. I'm Bastien.
[ He extends an ink-stained hand across the table. ]
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So here he is, in the dining hall, putting a bowl of stew and a leather folio down on the table across from Tav before sitting down before them. He's neatly but not showily dressed, hair and mustache all in order, with merry dark eyes and a prominent dimple when he smiles. ]
Monsieur le nouveau, [ clearly enough some term of address or greeting from the tone, even if Tav hasn't spent his first weeks here learning Orlesian at rapid speed. ] Hello. I'm Bastien.
[ He extends an ink-stained hand across the table. ]