but you can make me a drink

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do As Loren rambled as the drunk were wont to do, the alchemist very much wanted to reach through the shell and give the summoner an abrupt shake. It was probably better for both of them that Loren couldn't see the frustrating slowly feathering its way onto Remi's features as he sat in the dark, glaring at the shell. "Outside?" Remi repeated, stunned. "The monsters used him to get in, and you threw his body outside?" The tension in his voice wasn't hidden now. Feathers flourished in his hair, as the hand currently gripping the chair on which he sat was suddenly punctuated with claws. The alchemist had little time for Loren's sobbing. From what he heard on his end, they were all alright—drunk, so clearly no one was in danger any more—and Cera had been left out in the cold. "Outside the Rathskeller door?"