our hands they seek the end of afternoons
"Smart." Remi said with a laugh. He was under no illusions that when they set off, he and Ronin would likely be doing so without proper planning. This of course, he didn't mind at all. "Would you be interested in it, then?" Remi's voice was soft and without any sort of encouragement or suggestiveness. He didn't hold tightly to the idea of the guild existing without him, or of its continued success (if indeed it had any to begin with). That said, if Deimos was planning on stay for a time and wanted it, the alchemist would be more than happy to hand it over.
"Oh?" Remi's smile narrowed for a moment, before he exhaled and shook his with a wry grin. "It would be like Zariah to ruin yet another land for us." He said wearily.
"Oh?" Remi's smile narrowed for a moment, before he exhaled and shook his with a wry grin. "It would be like Zariah to ruin yet another land for us." He said wearily.
my hands believe and move over you
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.
