Remi the Alchemist "How nice of you to wait." Remi called cheerfully through the near-darkness. He was bundled up just as Ronin was, and as he neared and then nudged against his friend, he felt like he was wrapped in a pillow, hardly feeling where he contacted the bounty hunter. Flashing him a grin, Remi nodded towards the softly glowing lights in the distance. "Do you see those as well? Or am I seeing things again?" His tone was playful, but they both knew that there was a deadly undercurrent of truth to his words. "Hallo Sugar." He quipped towards the dragonling, fishing in his pocket (which took some doing given the size of the mittens he wore) to offer her a piece of cured meat. |
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.