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[tadpoled]

“Ah, this is Tav. Kindly leave your message.”

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[tadpoled]

[There’s some relief in Bastien’s words; hopefully he’ll never have to see Tav at his most murderous if he’s moved away from the Gallows.]

And the beds are so comfortable.

[A soft smile.]

That life sounds like a dream.

[cozen]

[ At the beds comment, Bastien laughs.

At the next— ]

What, living in Lowtown?

[tadpoled]

Having the freedom to live wherever you like. With whomever you like.

[He still remembers that dreamwalk with Gale so clearly: the illusion of his room in Waterdeep, the golden folds of a sunset cast over a gently rocking sea.

Gods does he miss Gale.]

But I would rather not hurt anyone than run free.

[cozen]

[ Bastien nods, his burgeoning cheer no longer burgeoning and instead fading back into a concerned, almost pouty frown. ]

I am sorry that you have to choose.

[tadpoled]

[Tav tries to shrug off the sad direction of theis conversation.]

I can go almost anywhere during the daytime. Should I grab some herbs for you and your companion?

[cozen]

Sure,

[ slightly brighter. ]

You might have to label them for me, though. I know elfroot, and I know lavender, and I know blood lotus, and that is about it.

[tadpoled]

Got it. I'm learning Thedas's herbs as well, so labeling yours will be good practice for me.

[Looking not unlike a dog with a bone to have a project.]