endless numbered days

REMI What did an alchemist do when he's taken as many reasonable precautions as he could for an upcoming week-long darkness he didn't quite believe in? Made banners for his friend of course. Though Remi knew nothing of Ronin's aesthetic preferences—knowing the ex-baron it would likely be something elaborate and entirely surprising—Remi went with what he thought would be best. No artist was the alchemist, still he thought maroon and gold were fairly safe colours? If not...well. He had learned a bit of a new trick when it came to slightly altering things. Having created several maroon flags with golden swords piercing the skulls of monsters on them (the original design had been dragon-skulls, until he remembered sugar and decided not to send mixed messages to the small dragonling about what her future might hold), Remi magic'd and stitched and painted until he was quite pleased with the result. No doubt someone like Bastien might have done a better job, but this was more of a gesture of support than anything else. Despite the cold, Remi arrived at the guildhall wondering if he should show his friend what he had made, or if he should simply go about hanging them and let it be a surprise.