[Mini Event] just the way of things

Remi only pieced together who the woman who'd just entered was by Rory's reaction. Even though this woman had apparently come back from the dead, it was Rory that Remi's pale stare focused on. He'd never heard the man speak with anything near the quietly venomous tone he had now, nor seen his face sharpened into the glare that it now wore. Saying nothing of course, Remi felt the urge to shy away from the leather-worker. Instead he hazarded a glance over his shoulder at Ronin to see if the bounty hunter had any idea just what was happening here. If Wessex wasn't dead ... was that somehow a benefit to their cause? Did it mean...something about the creature who guarded the spire? And if so, what? Clearing his throat slightly and biting down on the urge to grab Rory by the arm and drag him away into the darkness with him, Remi nodded awkwardly towards the crowd before stepping down off of the platform upon which they'd been stood. Regardless of the implications of what had happened with Wessex, Remi had nothing more to add. He was no decision maker, no strategist. The alchemist had said what he knew and now? Surely it was in someone elses hands. remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence