With a grin, Remi led Sascha into the guildhall through two large wooden doors. Within, the carpenter would see a large room lined with bookshelves. In the center were about 20 or so workstations, each with different tools and items thereupon. "Some are set up for dying wool and leather, others for beading...some for stitching. Over there—" Pointing to an immaculately kept station, Remi grinned. "—is where Sam works on his books. He makes the paper and does all of the bindings."
Walking through, it was clear by the various stations that lots of different skills were practiced here. Off to the side was an area with a few couches and chairs for relaxation. "In the back is my office but," The alchemist shrugged his shoulders. "I hardly use it."
Concluding the mini-tour at his own work station (which boasted a number of small gears, charcoal and canvas, and a rather large assortment of what appeared to be rings), Remi halted and turned towards Sascha with a bright grin.
"So? What do you think?"
Walking through, it was clear by the various stations that lots of different skills were practiced here. Off to the side was an area with a few couches and chairs for relaxation. "In the back is my office but," The alchemist shrugged his shoulders. "I hardly use it."
Concluding the mini-tour at his own work station (which boasted a number of small gears, charcoal and canvas, and a rather large assortment of what appeared to be rings), Remi halted and turned towards Sascha with a bright grin.
"So? What do you think?"
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
