Dolce

It wasn't the first time Remi had been told that the social structure of Northaven no longer applied, but it was hard to let go of decades worth of conditioning. That, and when last he'd seen Archebold it was at the grand bloodfiend manor, and Archebold certainly looked the part of a king. Or, at least what Remi thought kings looked like; the royal party in Northaven hadn't been that visible to someone like him of course. Watching as the captain all but floated his way, the alchemist looked adorably surprised as a gloved hand was offered. Fumbling for just a moment Remi extended his own hand, gripping the soft material with a slight nod of his head. "I..." Bashfully Remi ran a hand through his curls looking around his darkened shop. He'd never owned anything like this in Northaven of course, and even now he felt like he had overstepped slightly by simply opening up a shop. Surely there was someone he should have asked? "..Yes. I think it has been helpful. Especially since it doesn't appear that Waren came over. I thought a place where our people could acquire things would be helpful." As Archebold mentioned creation specifically, Remi almost flinched before catching himself. Smiling boyishly, he could only nod for a moment. Did the former-bloodfiend know that Remi truly had acquired magic? Was that why he was here? "Thank you. It is a skill I acquired as a means to survive." REMI I'm gonna free fall out into nothin' Gonna leave this world for awhile