aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"I don't think it's anyone here...A box of body parts and a cryptic note? That isn't the Torchline way. So not a local likely. As for one of us?" Outlanders, he meant. "It's all a bit cloak and dagger." Which was just to say, it wasn't anyone Remi thought he knew. He could be wrong of course. "I think it's someone not...close to the issue. Not from the Hollowed Grounds. There have been too many opportunities to voice descension. Halo or the Greatwood, maybe." Tapping his finger on the side of the chair, the Alchemist was inclined to believe it was the latter, if he had to place money on it. They were the only ones with true cause to dislike the ascended. But why now, after so much time?
As Sam spoke, Remi's hands stilled. Glancing over at him, his green eyes scanning Sam's face for something familiar once known and now lost, he nodded slowly. "All your memories?"
As Sam spoke, Remi's hands stilled. Glancing over at him, his green eyes scanning Sam's face for something familiar once known and now lost, he nodded slowly. "All your memories?"
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.
