i'm not the man they think i am at home
Averting his eyes, happy to take in the sights of the pottery studio rather than the heated look on Amun's voice (he couldn't do anything about the tone of his voice of course), the alchemist cleared his throat slightly. "Oh the usual. Strange creatures threatening to burn down the settlement. A new source of sickness to kill us all. Maybe even a new god to curse me. Which is all just to say, the usual." The alchemist's accent made his words sound more easy and free than they otherwise might have been.
"Ahh well. You should speak to Deimos about joining the Artisan's Guild. I expect you would get more traffic then." Strangely, it felt good to speak of his former guild, the lack of responsibility and obligation a happy thing.
Despite their obvious differences, the sparse workshop and the bed in the corner made Amun a great deal more likable to the alchemist. It was a setting he knew well, and then humbleness of it was reassuring. Ignoring whatever it was buried in the words, Remi moved to stand behind Amun, watching intently over his shoulder. "A commissioned piece? Or just...what your hands feel like making?"
"Ahh well. You should speak to Deimos about joining the Artisan's Guild. I expect you would get more traffic then." Strangely, it felt good to speak of his former guild, the lack of responsibility and obligation a happy thing.
Despite their obvious differences, the sparse workshop and the bed in the corner made Amun a great deal more likable to the alchemist. It was a setting he knew well, and then humbleness of it was reassuring. Ignoring whatever it was buried in the words, Remi moved to stand behind Amun, watching intently over his shoulder. "A commissioned piece? Or just...what your hands feel like making?"
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.
