Arms deep in a wishing well

Remi stood in one of the small back rooms in the Rathskeller, biting at the inside of his lip, and staring into empty space. His hands were on his hips, fingers drumming idly against his shirt as he took several long and deep breaths. The mask definitely wasn't here. He'd quite literally rearranged the entire room, using both magic and frustration to aid his efforts and if he was certain of anything in this life, it was that this room certainly did not hold the mask given to him by Ludo. Running a hand through his curls and scratching h is nails along his scalp, Remi grit his teeth, and, in a rare moment of demonstrable frustration, he conjured something glass in his hands and then threw it against the wall where it shattered with a pleasing sound, raining bits of sharpened sparkles onto the ground. Only a second or so later, when the CRASH was gone from his mind, the frustration came back. But at least there was something constructive for him to do, namely to clean up the shattered pieces, while he contemplated what an utter idiot he'd been, and what he needed to do next. REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?