Saiden head towards the Hanged Man, whistling cheerfully. A sack was flung carelessly over a shoulder, and he dodged through the crowds that the slight chill of Leafchange had done nothing to dispel. It didn't take long for him to spot the bar.
However, he was also greeted by the sight of Remi seated outside the tavern, images forming and disappearing between his palms. Halting a good distance away, the cook put his hand on his hip. As always, he was barefoot and shirtless, dressed only with a pair of shorts and a cutlass at his side.
"Remi." The name came out carefully, and he cocked his head to one side. "You going to punch me again?" It came out amused, as if unbothered by how their last encounter had ended.
However, he was also greeted by the sight of Remi seated outside the tavern, images forming and disappearing between his palms. Halting a good distance away, the cook put his hand on his hip. As always, he was barefoot and shirtless, dressed only with a pair of shorts and a cutlass at his side.
"Remi." The name came out carefully, and he cocked his head to one side. "You going to punch me again?" It came out amused, as if unbothered by how their last encounter had ended.
