Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Though Remi had no intention of going near the shrine he knew was quite close, he was after the local flora. With his leather bag around his shoulders, the alchemist strolled silently as he wandered through the glade collecting herbs here and there. Luckily there didn't seem to be many of the attack-squashes around (though he'd keep his eyes peeled), and so he was left more or less alone with his thoughts.
The mid-day sun stretched long overhead, and though the days were still quite warm, even in this new world Remi could tell that autumn was likely coming to an end. Soon it would grow cold and he very much wondered what that would be like in this new place. Would their houses survive whatever precipitation came with the colder temperatures? Would the world be buried in snow?
Unsure of the answers to these questions, like some sort of man-sized squirrel Remi was currently stock-piling all that he could, just in case. Humming softly to himself he plucked and picked and investigated all that was around him, occasionally stopping to sketch something in his book before meandering on.
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.
