honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
"I can do that." Remi agreed with a crooked smile as he made his way around the back of the bar and grabbed a new glass. If any of the actual staff noticed or minded what the Bastion was doing, they gave no notice. "Things always get a bit rowdier the closer to LongNight it is." He explains a touch apologetically before setting the beer before Zavien and taking over the dragoon's efforts to clear up the glass. "Flora is not going to be happy about this." Remi chuckles under his breath; indeed the Hanged Man's proprietor would absolutely find some way of blaming the Bastion for the light delivery, not that he minded, of course.
"Mmm?" Were it not for the few silver scars that sliced across Remi's throat and up his forearms, he looked entirely unthreatening as he stood behind the bar in a faded chambray shirt with a rather boyish smile on his lips. "Ah, well." Glancing down, Remi raises his eyebrows thoughtfully as he takes a breath. "Unfortunately, yes. More than I would like." He admits before lifting his sea glass stare and smiling. "But I suppose it has its uses."
Holding out his hand over the counter, he introduced himself. "Remi Taliesin."
"Mmm?" Were it not for the few silver scars that sliced across Remi's throat and up his forearms, he looked entirely unthreatening as he stood behind the bar in a faded chambray shirt with a rather boyish smile on his lips. "Ah, well." Glancing down, Remi raises his eyebrows thoughtfully as he takes a breath. "Unfortunately, yes. More than I would like." He admits before lifting his sea glass stare and smiling. "But I suppose it has its uses."
Holding out his hand over the counter, he introduced himself. "Remi Taliesin."
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
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.
