R O N I N
Had he known his friend was setting up an alchemy shop, Ronin would have thought to lend a hand. As it was, he only realised (to his delight) that they had set up their new businesses within a very short walk of one another. And Ronin had a favour to ask that he was pretty certain needed someone like Remi to perform their magic on it.
Entering the shop and mentally preparing himself for all sorts of oddities and concoctions, the captain-turned-bounty-hunter reached into his pants (calm down, you) and retrieved a small copper disc he affectionately referred to as his Echo. Since getting here he had noticed that its ability to mimic sound, whilst unaffected, did not have quite the same radius as before. He hoped his alchemist friend might be able to improve on that somewhat.
"Morning, Remi," he greeted as he glanced around, walking the disc absently across his knuckles.
