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"Mmmmm, back here!" Remi's bright voice rang out from somewhere in the back of the shop. Though nothing about this place was set up to house a former-king and current queen, the alchemist had done his best. Clearing a table of experimental clutter and various bits of paper, the alchemist had created three teacups and a pot, below which a fire was brightly burning to heat water for tea.
Glancing up with slightly narrowed eyes to see through the monochromatic landscape, the titanium-white of the Sage's hair was smeared against the canvas of reality in a way that unmistakably marked the bard. "Hallo." Remi greeted with a boyish smile. "Wessex is not yet here." He added, before turning back to potter about with the tea.
Glancing up with slightly narrowed eyes to see through the monochromatic landscape, the titanium-white of the Sage's hair was smeared against the canvas of reality in a way that unmistakably marked the bard. "Hallo." Remi greeted with a boyish smile. "Wessex is not yet here." He added, before turning back to potter about with the tea.
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.
