[PQ] Against the Dying of the Light

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Landing in the middle of the road, a triumphant but slightly confused expression on his face, Remi watched as the golem collapsed and then promptly dissolved. Swallowing, the former-hawk ran a hand through his curls, exhaling loudly. Striding back towards Ronin and Alistair, Remi raised a brow towards them both just as the captain suggested that they'd better start cleaning. "Oh, can we?" Remi quipped sarcastically, a rueful grin on his face. "And here I thought the fun would be over already. What is next? Armchairs brought to life? A candlestick with a vendetta?" Shaking his head, Remi tentatively entered the guildhall. Surely with all the commotion if anything within wanted to attack it would have already, and anything else sentient would have the good sense to stay away. With a chuckle, Remi found himself a broom, began to whistle, and commenced cleaning.