maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Since when are you such an optimist?" Remi asked with a grin, eyes narrowed in a playfully skeptical stare.
"Well...Torchline could use a bookshop too, you know. Could serve as a meeting place for the Loreseekers who are here as well." The Alchemist replied with a shrug. Not just two weeks ago if someone had asked him if he'd be encouraging Sam to move to Torchline, he'd have laughed himself sore. Now, it seemed reasonable enough. While Remi wasn't looking for more friends in his life—his heart had grown too small for that—he saw no reason why Sam shouldn't be able to enjoy the land that had brought the Alchemist so much peace, despite all the death.
"Zephyr? Yeah, I do. Or, well I know of him. He's one of Jack's..." Frowning, Remi's brow furrowed as his wrist rolled in a gesture that meant Sam should fill in the blank.
"Well...Torchline could use a bookshop too, you know. Could serve as a meeting place for the Loreseekers who are here as well." The Alchemist replied with a shrug. Not just two weeks ago if someone had asked him if he'd be encouraging Sam to move to Torchline, he'd have laughed himself sore. Now, it seemed reasonable enough. While Remi wasn't looking for more friends in his life—his heart had grown too small for that—he saw no reason why Sam shouldn't be able to enjoy the land that had brought the Alchemist so much peace, despite all the death.
"Zephyr? Yeah, I do. Or, well I know of him. He's one of Jack's..." Frowning, Remi's brow furrowed as his wrist rolled in a gesture that meant Sam should fill in the blank.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
