aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
The Alchemist raised a brow at that, silently wondering why Sam thought he might be able to identify the ascended by his (their) feet. "We don't know." Remi said in that same, monotone, voice. It wasn't as though DNA testing was available, and without news of a missing ascended (or at least a foot-less one), they had no leads to follow. "There's no way to know." He added, though his tone was no warmer for it.
Biting the inside of his lip and saying nothing despite the arguments fluttering through his mind about Sam and Zeph, Remi just nodded though there wasn't much encouragement in it. Zeph...would look after Zeph. The bookmaker was right in that the smuggler likely wouldn't risk his neck for him. Hopefully, though he'd at least serve as a deterrent.
Uninterested in the paperweight, Remi's eyes brushed over the markings on the parchment. "Not bad. You always did have nice writing." Having recently regained his creation magic, there was much he might have offered Sam in the way of cartography tools, but for the moment he remained silent on that subject. "New shop, new profession? Is that it?"
Biting the inside of his lip and saying nothing despite the arguments fluttering through his mind about Sam and Zeph, Remi just nodded though there wasn't much encouragement in it. Zeph...would look after Zeph. The bookmaker was right in that the smuggler likely wouldn't risk his neck for him. Hopefully, though he'd at least serve as a deterrent.
Uninterested in the paperweight, Remi's eyes brushed over the markings on the parchment. "Not bad. You always did have nice writing." Having recently regained his creation magic, there was much he might have offered Sam in the way of cartography tools, but for the moment he remained silent on that subject. "New shop, new profession? Is that it?"
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
