hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Running a hand through his curls, looking the part of the commoner in this lofty interaction, the alchemist tugged in a breath and held it as he listened to the terse back and forth. Why Loren might have thought this interaction would be facilitated by him would have surprised the alchemist to hear. As it was, though he was allowed into the village it was not because he was liked. Simply because Arduinna had given the say-so.
Still, perhaps he did have something he might add.
"While the Woods are strong, these are not just monsters like any other. We believe they are actually constructs of the Voice. With the barrier down they may well find their way into the woods. Perhaps not to your village no, but I hate to think what they might do to all that surrounds it." The alchemist implored, shattered-stare worried but naively hopeful as well.
Still, perhaps he did have something he might add.
"While the Woods are strong, these are not just monsters like any other. We believe they are actually constructs of the Voice. With the barrier down they may well find their way into the woods. Perhaps not to your village no, but I hate to think what they might do to all that surrounds it." The alchemist implored, shattered-stare worried but naively hopeful as well.
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.
