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Bastian had not been home in a year, no, a little more than that actually. Ever since that...incident with Aisling Weiroon and that Siren. It had taken a long while to make his way through, to step against the bureaucracy and finally manage to reenter his home. An utter coincidence had also...

Bastian took his money and did what any sensible person would do; got the fuck out. The fact that there had been no double cross, nor attempt at a stab in the back meant that he'd received a string of luck. It was not something that Bastian was willing to test, nor something he would offer the...

Bastian stepped out onto the deck, still clutching his pack. He moved towards Layla, offering her a brief flickering smile before he leaned against the railing besides her. "Exciting day." He mused to her quietly. "I'd thought you'd be practically bouncing for joy." Bastian was of course being...

"On the outside, probably." Bastian grunted quietly, glancing down at the food as he started to dig in himself. Bastian had lived in the slums for his entire life. He knew them, understood them, and also knew well what had kept them in check. The Guard, despite what many thought, weren't a...

Bastian mulled over the piece of information for a few moments. "Handy." The killer said, taking another sip and glancing down at the food that they had received. It was something from the sea of course, an odd sort of fish that had clearly been baked. Whatever else the fruit and vegetables...

Bastian didn't recognize any of the names she dubbed herself, though perhaps he should have. The young man had never been much for keeping track of his competition. Simple arrogance, or perhaps just a lack of care for his own life. "Ah yes, the cat thing." He gestured as he took a sip of his...

Bastian let out a long breath. "Well that depends on who you ask." A shrug rolled over his shoulders. He had held a dozen names over his short life, probably more than that in fact. Most of those whom he would consider 'friends' all dubbed him by one thing or another. He had grown used to...

The negotiations as it happened turned out better than expected. In the slums people were constantly trying to fuck one another over. It as the nature of the game, how things were done. It was at a point where it was practically expected. As a pleasant surprise the arbiter of this humble abode...

”Don’t much care what Timms deal was.” Bastian said bluntly. In a way, they had the upper hand here. Erellin was a city of greed and commerce, there were likely a dozen other merchants who would buy the stolen goods back aboard the ship. Though that would present more challenges, it was always...

"Timms dead." Bastian said, slinging his rucksack to the front of him and digging out the log book. When it came to these sorts of dealings he had learned long ago that trying to lie most often didn't work out in your favor. Better to be honest, and then just twist things how you needed them to...

Bastian glanced left, right, and then he went into the shop. There wasn't really much for him to see. If someone was watching them then...well they would be watching them? What were they going to do? Not go inside? There was a fat chance of that, and he doubted that it would do much good...

Bastian considered for a moment. He had never sold a ship, but he was pretty sure the process was likely all the same as other goods. As long as you could find the other merchant anyway. After a few seconds he nodded. "Fair enough." The killer reached out and grasped Layla's hand, shaking it...

"Oh." Bastian said, acting as though he was just now realizing what she had actually been on about. A smile twerked the side of his lips for just a brief moment, though not long enough to linger. They cut through a small market square, Bastian pointing towards the left so that they could head...

Bastian was actually rather glad to be off that ship. He had joined the navy in the first place to get out of Vel Anir and away from the authorities. Now that the revolution had struck he'd figured there'd be a discharge of some sort. Of course that hadn't come, the military being stretched...

Bastian closed the book, and then literally tossed it to the side. There was no way in the seven hells that he was ever going to finish the damned thing, particularly not now. "Right." He said as he pulled himself up and out of the cot. "That's in Cutters Corner." A pleasantly named district...