R O N I N
The sound of the alchemist's voice drew Ronin away from the various bits of equipment and ingredients he'd been examining and towards the counter, and he greeted Remi with a broad smile of his own. His smiles were beginning to reach his eyes again, something he barely even noticed, though as the other man mentioned his 'parlour tricks' the former captain let out a laugh and shook his head, setting the Echo down.
"I'm a gambling man, Remi - it's less a trick and more a way to keep the fingers dextrous." He tipped the hawk a cheeky wink for his trouble. "No, this is a device I picked up in Northaven. It can imitate any sound - give it a try." Should Remi choose to, he would find the coin, once held, would indeed mimic any sound in the alchemist's imagination, needing only a small effort of will to bring it into being.
"The only issue is that it only reaches about ten feet, now. It used to carry a great deal further. I was wondering who might be able to help with such a thing, and naturally I thought of your fine self and even finer establishment." He shrugged.
