the house that built me

With the storm still brewing with no sign of stopping anytime soon outside, Remi had suggested that perhaps the two might talk at the Hanged Man. The wagon in which he and Ronin currently lived was hardly large enough for the two of them and would be far too intimidate a sitting to speak with Jigano. So to the bar it was. "Thanks for the help, earlier." Remi said, almost awkwardly filling the silence with small talk. It was clear that this isn't what he'd asked Jigano to speak with him about, but the boyish look on Remi's features suggested he wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to begin the conversation he wanted to have. remi Too long till I drown in your hands