i'll never be that me again
The wagon was nothing at all like the one Remi had left behind. This was a cart with a bit of wood nailed above to make a make-shift roof and walls. With barely enough room inside for a bed, the portion Jiao would find herself looking at held mostly...junk. Bottles of things, spices, dried seaweed, but nothing at all which would suggest she'd find the sorts of valuable items that the wagon had come to be known for.
Sitting beneath a tree reading a book, the alchemist glanced up at the fae who hovered around his shop. He looked as though he'd just woken up given how dishevelled his hair was and the fact that he was barefoot and only wearing a pair of shorts. "Well considering it says R&R on the side, I'd say you found it." Remi drawled lazily from beneath the shade, making no effort to get up.
Sitting beneath a tree reading a book, the alchemist glanced up at the fae who hovered around his shop. He looked as though he'd just woken up given how dishevelled his hair was and the fact that he was barefoot and only wearing a pair of shorts. "Well considering it says R&R on the side, I'd say you found it." Remi drawled lazily from beneath the shade, making no effort to get up.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
