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Aoife the Brave was currently in the process of slaying a ferocious swamp-lion. She had covered the lion in all sorts of grasses (and various flower-crowns that she had decided against eating) and was now swinging around a sword (made of soft fibres), and repeatedly stabbing the lion over and over. Roaring and struggling to evade the tiny hero, the lion eventually dragged himself across the grass, flopping down into an obviously dead heap. Clapping and cackling, Aoife tumbled against his tawny chest, tugging at his whiskers, which was, of course, her method of revival.
mmmm? Remi thought back instantly, opening his amber eyes and squinting upwards. Oblivious to all of this, Aoife hit him right in the nose for his tardiness. Spying a rather dirty looking bird—it was only the blue eyes that gave Jigano away—Remi flashed the raven a fanged grin. Nudging Aoife softly as he rolled onto his side and distracting her with his tufted tail, he turned his shattered vision back towards the bard.
Clever. He observed, having just now realized that Jigano's disguises spilled over to his shifts as well. Ronin is out. Remi offered helpfully, assuming that was who the loreseeker had come to find.
mmmm? Remi thought back instantly, opening his amber eyes and squinting upwards. Oblivious to all of this, Aoife hit him right in the nose for his tardiness. Spying a rather dirty looking bird—it was only the blue eyes that gave Jigano away—Remi flashed the raven a fanged grin. Nudging Aoife softly as he rolled onto his side and distracting her with his tufted tail, he turned his shattered vision back towards the bard.
Clever. He observed, having just now realized that Jigano's disguises spilled over to his shifts as well. Ronin is out. Remi offered helpfully, assuming that was who the loreseeker had come to find.
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.
