Time to talk

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

The man who appeared was perhaps not when Remi had expected, but still the alchemist greeted him with a warm nod. At least...until he began to bow. "Oh, no. Please—" Shaking his head and extending a hand that was missing a few fingers, Remi shook his head. "There is no need for that. And please, just call me Remi." At best he was a Guardian, but for those who knew him, he really was just Remi. Powerful and strong yes, but certainly not deserving of a title so grand as Lord.

Gesturing to one of the chairs, Remi moves to sit back behind his desk. "So what did you want to talk about?"

REMI