Saiden, for whatever wit he possessed, seemingly couldn't take a hint. Raising a brow as the sailor asked his question again, the alchemist's green gaze simply regarded him with growing disinterest. [say]"As I said before, I'm not sure that's any of your business."[/say] Neice or not, Remi was absolutely in no state of mind to drudge up the past with a complete stranger. Though it wasn't the same for the sailor apparently, blood relations meant nothing to the alchemist. Saiden hadn't known Aoife, and it wasn't Remi's place to help fill the voids that Saiden might be looking for.
Finding nothing he really wanted from Saiden, the alchemist decided to leave the man to his drink. Standing up and sliding in his chair, he simply gave the sailor a curt nod before making his way back onto the sands and towards his wagon.
~FIN
Finding nothing he really wanted from Saiden, the alchemist decided to leave the man to his drink. Standing up and sliding in his chair, he simply gave the sailor a curt nod before making his way back onto the sands and towards his wagon.
~FIN
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
