REMI
"It comes in veins. We will have to use pickaxes to get it out." Or Mateo could channel, but the last thing Remi wanted to suggest right now was his son calling down a divine favour, if only because that favour would likely be "take me home, I'm bored". "Oh..I would have gone with you." Remi says, frowning as he subconsciously takes on board that this was his fault. "We still can, if you want?" The offer is accompanied by a tentative smile, not that Mateo will likely see it, with the way he's glaring looking up at the ceiling.
Shifting the bag on his back that had the supplies, Remi pulls in a breath, wonderinghow he drew the short straw what, if anything, he could say to earn his son's interest.
"Anywhere around here strike your fancy?" The alchemist asks, grinning at his pun as he gestures with his head towards the pickaxes in his bag.
Shifting the bag on his back that had the supplies, Remi pulls in a breath, wondering
"Anywhere around here strike your fancy?" The alchemist asks, grinning at his pun as he gestures with his head towards the pickaxes in his bag.
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.
