the crooked kind

Remi was back for more. Literally. With his leather-bag at his side, the alchemist was fully prepared to come home with a full supply of some of the plants that he'd need to start curating the liquors he'd promised to Vervain. Luckily the last time he'd been here he'd bumped into a natural named Georgia. Had he not, Remi might be at home on his deathbed if the herbalist had not warned him of the nature and effects of some of the local plant life. Humming softly to himself as he was want to do, Remi began to gather a few herbs he knew to be safe, tucking them into his bag as he went. Spying movement ahead, Remi tilted his gaze upwards to see what appeared the be the shape of a young woman breezing though the glade. Not wanting to disturb her, but also not wanting his presence to go unknown should that upset her as well, Remi closed the flap of his bag and set off in her direction. "Hallo–" He called, his accented voice perhaps making the greeting all the more sweet sounding, backed up by a rather boyish and welcoming smile. Rexanna remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence