that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
Giving the Sword a soft shrug, Remi glanced about the guildhall. Already it felt full, and yet there was indeed more to be done. Still, the alchemist shrugged and casually shook his head. "I will add more snow moss. I was going to transmute the door so I could place the spy-glass Safrin gave me into it. That way if there is an illusory creature outside we can see through it, not that I think the monsters actually cloak themselves, but.." He shrugged again. If the glass was large enough to let light through it could easily be covered. But being the size of a hand at best, he doubted it would be enough to draw undue attention.
"Whatever else needs doing, I can take care of it. It will give me something to do with my hands instead of constantly fretting." Remi added.
"Whatever else needs doing, I can take care of it. It will give me something to do with my hands instead of constantly fretting." Remi added.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.