REMI
"Fair enough." The words were whispered sarcastically as the alchemist merely rolled his eyes. "Bit late for that now." Remi said, an eye narrowed and jaw turned cheekily upwards, before reaching out to roughly clap the Launceleyn on the shoulder. Frail as Loren was and stiff as a board, Remi wouldn't have been surprised if he fell right over. "That's probably the most genuine bit of advice you've ever given me. Well done Loren."
The cloud-manta, squirming unhappily in the net, finally became enough of a burden that the alchemist plopped it unceremoniously onto the sands. Rolling a shoulder now red from the rope, Remi crossed his arms across his chest.
The cloud-manta, squirming unhappily in the net, finally became enough of a burden that the alchemist plopped it unceremoniously onto the sands. Rolling a shoulder now red from the rope, Remi crossed his arms across his chest.
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.
