i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
"Oh, ah..." Bashfully Remi offered the other man a crinkled sort of smile. Everything was probably the most correct answer, but it felt so horribly pompous to say. "Would you believe once I was a weapons creator?" He asked, his gentle laugh and overall affect seeming to reinforce (along with his amusement) how silly of an occupation that had been for him. "Now I am just an alchemist." He replied eventually.
Offering the undertaker another boyish shrug, Remi moved to look at the paintings on the walls. Indeed some were far more detailed than others, and just as Abasi said, one was just words.
"And this is all for the dead?" He asked, leaning forward with his hands linked behind his back as he inspected the mural.
Offering the undertaker another boyish shrug, Remi moved to look at the paintings on the walls. Indeed some were far more detailed than others, and just as Abasi said, one was just words.
"And this is all for the dead?" He asked, leaning forward with his hands linked behind his back as he inspected the mural.
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.
