i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
Actually, that was something the alchemist more or less understood. In Northaven after all, one could simply not become the King. It was a position you were born into. Given Abasi's response, Remi thought perhaps the man's world was a little like that as well. "That sounds most impressive." The alchemist said with a humble sort of smile. His ignorance was obvious, knowing nothing of what working ones way up through the palace or being included in the Priesthood lineage would actually entail. Still, his awe was genuine.
"I am glad he was there for you." Remi conceded softly. "No one should have to bear the effects of the blight on their own." And he did mean that, strange as it was to think that it was Loren who they were talking about.
'Oh." With a soft and surprised smile, the alchemist shrugged his shoulders. "I...know very little of death and am certainly no artist." He answered, growing rather bashful. "But I would like to see inside?"
"I am glad he was there for you." Remi conceded softly. "No one should have to bear the effects of the blight on their own." And he did mean that, strange as it was to think that it was Loren who they were talking about.
'Oh." With a soft and surprised smile, the alchemist shrugged his shoulders. "I...know very little of death and am certainly no artist." He answered, growing rather bashful. "But I would like to see inside?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
