Bastien stutters briefly as he tries to think of a decent lie. He flops down upon the chair with a huff. Maybe lying isn't an option here. The pirate quite likes his leafy-love quite a bit. So maybe, just maybe, he rough to be honest. "I did something stupid..." Bastien admits quietly as he nervously plays with a few strands of his hair. It's a habit of his to do that whenever he's nervous and Lord knows he has plenty of hair. Those lengthy chestnut tresses are almost all the way down his back and then some.

"Some bloke bumped into me in town and I tried to pull a fast one on him." He admits with a slight frown. "He wasn't payin' attention to the bloody road in front of him! He slammed right into me and I was already quite sore when I washed up here." That's the jist of it all.

At the mention of necromancer, Bastien shivers some. "Reminds me to never get I your bad said then." The pirate chuckles once he's handed the stone. It's nice and warm within his hands much like last time he used it. He hums quietly to himself as he concentrates on that peculiar warmth with a pleased smile upon his lips.