we can't make any promises now

The alchemist remembered the voice, if not the face from the meeting. Setting down the components still lingering in his hands, Remi wiped a grease and charcoal stained hand on a cloth which appeared suddenly, offering the man a bright and boyish smile. "You are one of the new Launceleyns, yes?" He asked, brows furrowing slightly as his head tilted gently to one side. As Loren elaborated, the alchemist's kind smile shortened slightly. Lips parting so that he could nibble the inside of his lower lip, Remi hummed a note of recognition. On the one hand...the manor was not his to control. And if this man was indeed a Launceleyn, he was likely entitled to inherit the secrets of the manor. On the other hand though, what Zariah had initially planned and indeed the circumstances under which she'd designed some of the more secretive aspects of the house, were cause for alarm. She'd nearly killed Remi in her efforts to force him to do her bidding, and were it not for Edy dragging his nearly lifeless body back to Ronin, he may well have died in one of Zariah's secret rooms. Clearing his throat and flashing Loren an apologetic if not crooked smile for having failed to answer, the alchemist exhaled a long stream of air as he ruffled a hand through his curls. "I did make Zariah five keys." He explained, as if that was somehow reason enough that more shouldn't be made. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences