REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
If this attempt at friendship had been fostered sooner, Remi might have chuckled at that. Pointing out that Sam wasn't usually the best at always remaining mature in times of high emotional stress. Instead, he just merely nodded, taking the bookmaker's words at face value. If Sam said he could manage, then he could manage.
"How does anyone have reason to stay in the grounds?" Remi asked, almost rhetorically. "Better a few broken windows and such than more death, but what do I know." Crossing his arms and looking out the window for a moment, eventually, the Alchemist nodded as he tugged in a breath. "The Inn is probably the best suited. That way everyone can stay together. There are other houses available should that be needed, but I expect it would be easier for everyone to be centrally located and in one place."
"How does anyone have reason to stay in the grounds?" Remi asked, almost rhetorically. "Better a few broken windows and such than more death, but what do I know." Crossing his arms and looking out the window for a moment, eventually, the Alchemist nodded as he tugged in a breath. "The Inn is probably the best suited. That way everyone can stay together. There are other houses available should that be needed, but I expect it would be easier for everyone to be centrally located and in one place."
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
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.
