black and blue bird [se] [open]

it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home

Unable to help the way his jaw clenched slightly at the mention of Safrin's name, the alchemist exhaled steadily and shook his head. "Perhaps you didn't bring her something valuable enough." He said with no small amount of disdain. "Her attention can certainly be bought. I've seen it myself."

Ruffling a hand through his hair, he let his head weave back and forth as he tried to figure out the best way to answer her question. "Torchline is run by a Governor. I don't know his name actually, just that he's a man. He lives in a townhouse in the volcano." Remi raised a brow at that, as if to silently suggest he might be compensating for something by living somewhere so unnecessarily dangerous. "I can't tell if he's just a figure head, or if he just runs things from the shadows...but more or less the underground economy is allowed to function as it pleases. The...leaders of each..err.. group?" Remi fumbled with the terminology here. "..keep the peace as best suits their needs."

i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars