Only a Look and a Voice

it was all dead end roads, heaven knows

Tilting his head thoughtfully to the side, Remi exhaled a puff of introspective air before nodding. "That is a good point. But...apparently no. Or at least, not yet." As with all aspects of magic, the alchemist really had no idea how it all worked, what the limits were, or what to expect next.

Nudging his shoulder against Sam playfully before shooting his friend a look of feigned insult, Remi shook his head. "No...a group went into the Spire." He explained with a slight shrug. Biting the inside of his lip, Remi merely gave Sam an uncertain stare. "Well...it is fast, as you mentioned before. And...we never did discuss it."

With a smirk, the alchemist flopped himself backwards into the grass, enjoying the cool feeling of it against his arms. "Big trouble? Either than Zariah constantly breathing down my neck, no I suppose not." He answered with a boyish grin.