REMI
the alchemist
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
'Well I'd be happy to speak to him and hear these thoughts." Remi said with a grin. "I take it with his new business here, he's planning on staying?" Because what are timelines. The Alchemist assumed the answer was yes, then belatedly realized they ought to have a census or some such so that he could find out who was who around here.
"Sounds good. I'll keep my ear to the ground as well and see what the people might be in need of." Hearing the Flood would have backup made the Alchemist raise a brow, but he decided not to pry. Sunjata's area, Sunjata's methods.
"Well alright then." Pushing himself to a standing position (using the ropes to support a good portion of his weight as he winced), Remi grabbed at his empty glass and made to slip out of the ring. "I'll leave you to your day then. Sorry for the interruption but...gods, did I need that." Pausing and fixing the Arbiter with a genuine stare, Remi nodded. "You are a good one, Sunjata."
"Sounds good. I'll keep my ear to the ground as well and see what the people might be in need of." Hearing the Flood would have backup made the Alchemist raise a brow, but he decided not to pry. Sunjata's area, Sunjata's methods.
"Well alright then." Pushing himself to a standing position (using the ropes to support a good portion of his weight as he winced), Remi grabbed at his empty glass and made to slip out of the ring. "I'll leave you to your day then. Sorry for the interruption but...gods, did I need that." Pausing and fixing the Arbiter with a genuine stare, Remi nodded. "You are a good one, Sunjata."
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.
