Semi-charmed kind of life

As Kalt approached, he quirked a brow, listening to Remi speak about his little predicament. He glanced at the knob in the alchemist’s hand, then to the one that he touched on the door. The assassin gave a lopsided frown, then smirked at the other man. ”Work smarter, my friend,” he said with a wink. He crouched down in front of the door, balancing easily on the balls of his feet and examined the door, seeing how to do the least amount of damage to it. His magic seemed to be on the fritz since coming through to this world. In Northwind and Northaven, he was a very powerful alterationist and a weaker mystic. When he came to this place, he seemed to only have access to his telekinesis. Now? Well, now he apparently lost his telekinesis in exchange for the transmutation aspect of his alteration. What was to come next, he had no idea! Kalt put his hand on the doorknob and the other on the wood around it, softening that area of the door. He moved the knob, wiggling it enough to get the knob loose enough to be taken out without damaging the door as a whole. Though the door itself could use some revamping. He looked up at Remi with a smirk. ”You wanna switch out the knobs? I can make the door a bit sturdier, if you want.” He lifted a brow once again to the alchemist. He had some time to kill and knew what he was doing, so why not be of some use for something good? kalt give into the night.