of all the beaches in Torchline

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

As the sun dips low, Remi and Ronin are normally well into their fifth or eighteenth drinks at the Hanged Man. On this day though, with a certain ship scheduled to make port in the dark of the night, the alchemist has put his work ahead of his thirst. It isn't every day that the Ark makes its berth in the bay, and the alchemist wants to be ready. First impressions and all that.

So it is that as he goes to get water for their mare that he spies a silhouette perched only a few feet away. He could change his eyes to better see in the dark, could shift his nose to sniff the breeze, but as much as he is, Remi isn't an animal. He does the human thing and calls out, "Closed. Fuck off until tomorrow."