[PQ] Dionysus Reborn

He had promised his newly minted friend that he would consider the group he was starting. And, having seen the request for supplies immediately signed himself up. Alcohol was something that he could produce with ease, especially given the production-lineesque situation he had going in his shop. Remi actually found himself a bit disappointed that the artist hadn't decided to take one of the abandoned workshops nearer to him in the Settlement and not because he was looking for additional reasons to bump into the man. Tristan had been noticeably absent next door, and though Ronin and his guildhall were just up the road, the vacant windows and doors stared hauntingly out at the alchemist each time he looked out of his own windows onto the barren street. But surely Bastien knew best, especially when it came to Safrin and worship and all that. Or he at least exuded the confidence that he did. Trying to dress more nicely than normal (which really was just a variation on his regular theme of white and tan, albiet his pants were slightly less charcoal stained), Remi gripped a crate of various liquors and wines to his chest. Surely they would not all be consumed tonight, and so Bastien would hopefully have a supply for weeks to come. Then again he knew where to find the alchemist if he needed more. Awkwardly trying to both knock and open the door, Remi more or less fell against it causing it to loudly clang open. Looking sheepishly into the candle-lit room, Remi nibbled his lip with an unsure expression washing over his pale features. Had he made a mistake in coming here? Would his ignorance be a detriment to Bastien, or worse yet, to the deity to which he was trying to worship? Shifting the crate with boyish nervousness, Remi stepped inside squinting against the darkness. "Bastien? It is Remi." He called out, accented voice gently filling the space REMI I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows Oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close