This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi’s gaze flicks toward the trees, as if listening for some answer in the rustle of leaves above them. The crimson shimmer of the Cataract reflects faintly in his eyes as he considers Liam’s question. "I think she remembers me," he says at last, his voice thoughtful, low. "Though I am not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not." There’s a flicker of something dry and self-deprecating in his smile—too many battles, too much blood in too many places. The Greatwood had once called him a Guardian and he'd failed her spectacularly.
The mention of the full inn draws a chuckle from him. "Ah well. I’ve slept in worse places. The Wildwood’s forgiving if you know where to lie." It also helped if you were able to shift into something small and fluffy.
His hands slip into his pockets, shoulders easy despite the exhaustion still shadowing his face. "Do you mind the crowd, Liam?" Remi asks, brows raising slightly. "It must be strange, to have all of Caido suddenly setting up camp in your backyard, looking to take the rarest bits of the Greatwood home for themselves."
The mention of the full inn draws a chuckle from him. "Ah well. I’ve slept in worse places. The Wildwood’s forgiving if you know where to lie." It also helped if you were able to shift into something small and fluffy.
His hands slip into his pockets, shoulders easy despite the exhaustion still shadowing his face. "Do you mind the crowd, Liam?" Remi asks, brows raising slightly. "It must be strange, to have all of Caido suddenly setting up camp in your backyard, looking to take the rarest bits of the Greatwood home for themselves."
REMI
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.
