she sells sea shells by the sea shore

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night "Nope." Remi replied casually, nodding his head towards where the cloud-manta lay decomposing in the sun. "Have to gut them if you want to eat them." He said by way of crass explanation, his musically-accented voice somehow making a mockery of the words. Taking a step or two closer, Remi's impressive physique and height all the more obvious compared to Libbs, he tilted his head slightly to the side. A brow raised, boyish impatience writ across his features, he nodded his head to the wagon. "Again, something you need? The things are monsters and whatnot that Ronin has killed. The stuff are magical items I make."