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"Well then yes, to both, and no to the last." Remi replied. "The locals seem to speak of them like a...distant but unrelated sort of society. I get the impression that trading with them takes an in, if you know what I mean. But no, I've not personally met any. Though in thinking on it, back when we made the memorial it might have well been the merfolk making things tricky for Maea." Waving his hand so that the illusion vanished, Remi held out his palm and allowed small suckers to appear over his fingers. They each rotated and moved on their own, though this took a strange amount of concentration from the alchemist given the completely alien nature of this new ability. "Very. There is no...risidual anything, as one might expect." So saying, he wrapped his fingers around the side of his glass, lifting it easily. With small pops as he pulled his fingers off, the glass was placed back down with almost no markings to suggest he'd ever held it. Remi nodded at that, understanding now in a way he never had before, how annoying enthusiasm and exuberance could be. "Halo." He said with a roll of his eyes. "Neron is one to watch, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you that. I've heard Zariah has set up her own little school there for the abandoned. How very thoughtful of her." Taking a sip from his glass (sucker free this time), Remi raised a brow. "Have you joined?" remi Too long till I drown in your hands