the house that built me

To this, the alchemist gave only a light shrug. The Sage's second comment received nearly the same treatment. If Remi was going to say something, it was halted by the loud arrival of someone entering the bar in an attempt to flee the storm. "It appears next to wherever I fall asleep, every time. " The alchemist grumbled unhappily. His fingernail dug into a wine-soft circle on the table. "The merchant I traded it to thought it a neat trick...I played it off as intentional. Conveniently he bought the idea and was happy to receive a fire sword or some such that I said I'd always had planned to give him." remi Too long till I drown in your hands