i'm not the man they think i am at home
Well, LongNight and the skeletal appearance of—Apricum? was it?—certainly seemed to make sense. "I received my..." It fractured something in Remi to speak the next words, but his pain didn't make them any less true. "..companion during LongNight as well." Isla had lost nearly all of the woman that she was, her mind dulled to the intelligence of a unicorn with little of her grit or humour. It was a slow death, and one that Remi wasn't quite sure she deserved.
"Wagon." Remi agreed, if only because carts normally were not covered. "Slow, I suppose. Once it is done Ronin and I will properly set off and I think we are both feeling...not hesitation, but the weight of that change, perhaps." The alchemist explained, his honesty easy as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Wagon." Remi agreed, if only because carts normally were not covered. "Slow, I suppose. Once it is done Ronin and I will properly set off and I think we are both feeling...not hesitation, but the weight of that change, perhaps." The alchemist explained, his honesty easy as he shrugged his shoulders.
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.
