I'll tell you a story before it tells itself

remi Forever going with the flow, but you're friction Though Remi was no great expert on Loren’s life (events as of late had certainly proved that), he had a sneaking suspicion that the dark-haired bartender was related to the Launceleyn somehow. Their exchange at the Athenuem during the gourd-encounter had seemed incredibly like siblings (not that Remi had experience of that), and while Edy probably couldn’t even be a half sibling of the magician given her skin colour, his treatment of her and she of him sounded just like what Remi had come to expect of the Launceleyns. Though even if he was wrong about their relationship, perhaps Edy could still help. All Remi wanted to know was where Loren was. Spying the bartender as he entered the Rathskeller, Remi offered her a sunny smile as he placed his box of various liquors on the counter. “Hello Edrei. I do not believe we’ve formally met. I am Remi.” Though they hadn’t met, Remi had a sneaking suspicion she’d been in his shop recently and had helped herself to a few spices.