This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
The man who appeared was perhaps not when Remi had expected, but still the alchemist greeted him with a warm nod. At least...until he began to bow. "Oh, no. Please—" Shaking his head and extending a hand that was missing a few fingers, Remi shook his head. "There is no need for that. And please, just call me Remi." At best he was a Guardian, but for those who knew him, he really was just Remi. Powerful and strong yes, but certainly not deserving of a title so grand as Lord.
Gesturing to one of the chairs, Remi moves to sit back behind his desk. "So what did you want to talk about?"
Gesturing to one of the chairs, Remi moves to sit back behind his desk. "So what did you want to talk about?"
REMI
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.
