i'm not the man they think i am at home
As a fellow artisan the alchemist didn't shy away from the state of the potter; Remi rarely looked any different, though he was normally covered in ink and grease rather than clay. Tilting his head a bit at the nickname and then recalling it was how Amun had addressed him while they were preparing the guild, he chuckled politely. Frowning through the slight flush of embarrassment that the ascended's wink caused, Remi merely shook his head.
"Exploration, I think." He countered with a wry smile, before glancing around the smallish studio. "I did not even know that this existed until just now." With the eye of one ever interested in the doings and makings of others, Remi cast his sea-glass stare around the interior, marveling at the tools and creations he saw therein. "You are a potter, then?"
"Exploration, I think." He countered with a wry smile, before glancing around the smallish studio. "I did not even know that this existed until just now." With the eye of one ever interested in the doings and makings of others, Remi cast his sea-glass stare around the interior, marveling at the tools and creations he saw therein. "You are a potter, then?"
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.
