These are the last blues we're ever gonna have
With his posture cowed, Ronin will have to properly look down at Remi, and for just a moment there's genuine animosity in the once-commoner's gaze as he finds himself back in all too familiar waters. It's quickly dispelled in lieu of the fantasy of course, as his mind and body much prefer the scenario wherein he's manhandled in a dark alley by the handsome captain of the guard rather than thrown in jail for one inappropriate look.
"Maybe I just want to see if you're capable of getting your hands dirty—" The words are cut off by the swish of fabric as his cloak is tossed to the ground and he's forced against the wall. Hissing out a fairly believable gasp as the air is knocked from his lungs, Remi nevertheless plasters on a smile.
"Is this what they teach you soldiers? Or is this something you have just been practicing on your own?"
"Maybe I just want to see if you're capable of getting your hands dirty—" The words are cut off by the swish of fabric as his cloak is tossed to the ground and he's forced against the wall. Hissing out a fairly believable gasp as the air is knocked from his lungs, Remi nevertheless plasters on a smile.
"Is this what they teach you soldiers? Or is this something you have just been practicing on your own?"
the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left
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.
