REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
"Probably not right in the center of town. I'd suggest near the volcano—the looming threat of death adding extra incentive to stay out of jail—but I'd hate to have to risk lives should the thing erupt again." There was probably somewhere off the beaten path that would work. Better yet, Raza likely knew of something that would work.
"Well, as a drunk tank for those unable to hold their liquor. I know there were more than a few nights early on here that I shouldn't have been allowed to wander home the way I did." It would have been a bigger deal too, had he not returned dutifully in the morning to repair any damage he had caused the night before. 'Sexual violence of any sort, straight to jail."
Where the lines grew blurry of course, was where things would get interesting. "Stealing so that you don't starve? The underground economy?" Remi's shoulders shrugged and he made an uncertain sound in the back of his throat. "Those decisions I leave in your capable hands."
"Well, as a drunk tank for those unable to hold their liquor. I know there were more than a few nights early on here that I shouldn't have been allowed to wander home the way I did." It would have been a bigger deal too, had he not returned dutifully in the morning to repair any damage he had caused the night before. 'Sexual violence of any sort, straight to jail."
Where the lines grew blurry of course, was where things would get interesting. "Stealing so that you don't starve? The underground economy?" Remi's shoulders shrugged and he made an uncertain sound in the back of his throat. "Those decisions I leave in your capable hands."
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
