silver tongue

Remi is of course at a loss, his almost-twin offering no assistance here when it comes to identifying the woman before him. That she carries a notebook is something he immediately warms to though, that being a trait of his as well.

Nodding, his smile halting as she uses his monicker, strange thing that it is, Remi stills further to hear that she's from the Order. So she's allowed to come, but not Ronin? It's rude of course, but Remi finds himself having to force himself back into the conversation, lest his ire get the best of him. As Sera gestures to herself and the various items she's brought with her, Remi has to step forward with a laugh as he shakes his head. It's almost like he might stop the action before it happens, but of course, without actually touching her, he's helpless to do so. [say]"Not necessary."[/say] He says of her strange curtsey. It might be years since he was in Northaven, but the commoner in him still can't abide this strange twist of social stature.

[say]"You seem to have me at a bit of a disadvantage. Unless I really am just meant to call you Artificer?."[/say] And well, with the Order, he wouldn't be surprised if he was.