for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Remi is surprised that Danta isn't in his own establishment, or at least he would be had he not first looked there for the Maverick. After having been given several sets of shoddy instructions, eventually the Lullaby opened the door to a small one-window building with the intention of having a drink there even if Danta was nowhere to be found.
Ruffling the day out of his curls, Remi moves straight toward the bar already eyeing their selection of gins. Of course the varieties he made were nowhere to be found, though perhaps if he came across Danta he could suggest as much. Either way, he ordered himself a small flight of gins which came served on a baking sheet lined with melted candlewax and dried paint. Accepting it with puzzled thanks before whispering a question, the answer was given in the form of a grunt and a nod toward one of the booths that currently housed the Maverick.
'You know...' Remi muses as he strolls in Danta's direction. 'The way you described your establishment, I thought I might find you there.'
Ruffling the day out of his curls, Remi moves straight toward the bar already eyeing their selection of gins. Of course the varieties he made were nowhere to be found, though perhaps if he came across Danta he could suggest as much. Either way, he ordered himself a small flight of gins which came served on a baking sheet lined with melted candlewax and dried paint. Accepting it with puzzled thanks before whispering a question, the answer was given in the form of a grunt and a nod toward one of the booths that currently housed the Maverick.
'You know...' Remi muses as he strolls in Danta's direction. 'The way you described your establishment, I thought I might find you there.'
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.
