Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Glancing down, Remi can only grin boyishly and shrug. "What would have given you the impression that it wasn't?" They are like kids, if kids had access to powerful magics, alcohol, and far too much time on their hands. But such is their charm when they're alone together. Nodding at that—Remi's past LongNight having been anything but enjoyable—he can understand what she means. "I'll have to make more of it next year." He agrees with a grin, closing the door behind her.
Raising a brow at the offered item, the Alchemist ruffles a hand through his curls. "I...could certainly try." He says through an exhale. "But Sunjata's were made by Safrin. Good as I am, I'm not that good. Especially not with any sort of magic for this stuff anymore." Remi's fingers waggle slightly as if to underscore this point. "I think the most I'd be able to do for you is make it wieldable. But it in a hilt so that you've something to hold. But if you want it stronger than it is....I think only Deimos in the Hollowed Grounds is capable of such a thing anymore."
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.
