Only a Look and a Voice

it was all dead end roads, heaven knows

"Mmm, no." Remi said with a gentle shake of his head. "Ronin did, on occasion. He was a baron—a blueblood such people were called—while I was just a commoner. Zariah would have as well. Roana perhaps too. But others, like myself and Phoebe, we...were more or less told what to do." The alchemist yawned slowly, the old information feeling like a lifetime ago now. "They lived in luxurious and large homes. Even Ronin had a lovely townhouse, while I lived in one-room house, if you can call it that, with a hole in my roof and no lock on my door." Remi shrugged.