[PQ] I'll Drink to That

Hearing the sound of his name ringing out from the bear-man’s lips made Remi look quizzically at Vai. Having never had a good relationship with his father at all, the notion of bonding with Devrum, in so far as if Vai was his surrogate mother that made Dev his– – wait. no it didn’t. Though the alchemist almost always sought to meet the expectations of others, he felt slightly hesitant in this endeavour. Still, he gave the huntress an awkward and slouchy smile and nodded. “Ahh yes. Hawk against bear. A very fair fight. “ He laughed, before trotting down the darkened corridor towards Devrum. As the axe was tossed towards him, Remi raised a brow towards the bigger man, hefting the object easily. Arm strength was really the only sort that Remi’s athletic frame possessed, and working with tools was what he did all day long. Albeit this work was a bit more blunt than he was used to, but he was sure he could make due. “Are we planning on carving our own tables and chairs?” The alchemist asked skeptically, his musical voice dampening the concern in his voice. Most of the wood was rotten, and while it would help keep the hearth stoked, it wouldn’t help their future patrons with seating arrangements. Hefting the axe onto his shoulder (putting it down seemed like a bad idea, for some reason), Remi glanced around the room. Moving towards what looked like a closet, Remi tried the handle, hoping to find more tables and chairs within. There weren’t enough in the room currently to have filled it; surely there were more elsewhere? remi the alchemist