REMI
Shifting the net on his shoulder, Remi stared almost impatiently at the summoner as the silence stretched out between them. Would he get a lecture? Would he get angry Loren? Sad Loren? Bossy Loren? He just couldn't' wait to find out. He assumed something dramatic had happened in the summoner's life—didn't it always—which would justify whatever iteration of the Launceleyn he was about to receive. Unbeknownst to Remi though, at least this time it was justified.
"Are we just stating obvious facts now? Alright, I'll go. You look like hell."
"Are we just stating obvious facts now? Alright, I'll go. You look like hell."
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.
