Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Remi listened with the fascinated expression of someone hearing a fairy tale. You just did what you wanted to do? Not in Northaven; not for someone like Remi. The mention of pursing something loved made Remi's smile crinkle sadly at the corners before he shrugged off the emotion with an ambiguous nod of his head. The alchemist had to keep reminding himself that this was not Northaven. He'd not make any judgements about whether or not things had been misconstrued back at home—it didn't matter now anyways—but merely set his sights on the here and now.
"I have never lived my life like that, but perhaps here I will. Or at least, I can try." Shrugging slightly Remi wandered another few feet grabbing various herbs as he went and occasionally lifting them to his nose to smell.
"Perhaps if you do learn from about this Safrin I might ask to meet her. Perhaps not to have her change what has been done to me—" Even now Remi was still far too subservient to ever believe a god would care about his plights. "—but to learn more about her and her ... kind? If they can be called such?"
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.
