[There's a grumbling sound from Tav on his cot, might as well be a shining beacon of leave me alone. For once, the no filter conversationalist is out of words.]
[ Bastien says, already several feet away and not stopping. The guards will be back at their post as soon as he's convinced them to give him his playing cards. ]
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Right.
[ He stands up after all, adjusts his clothes, and scoots the stool back to its place to the side of the door. ]
Have a good evening, then. Send me a message if you get bored enough.
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[ Bastien says, already several feet away and not stopping. The guards will be back at their post as soon as he's convinced them to give him his playing cards. ]
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Bastien.
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I told you, with me they will die,
[ and resumes it without missing any additional beats.
He's not coming back; once he's scooped up his cards, he heads down the hall and down the stairs. ]