Restoration...maybe

At the sight of the bard, Remi pushed himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against and smiled at the man sunnily. During their last meeting Jigano had given voice to the ... rather unsettled air between the two men. Not quite friendship, not hatred, but sifting somewhere in the middle. Honestly, Remi rather thought that it was anyone's guess as to where they ended up, as if fate would decide what fell through and shaped what they thought of each other rather than anything about the two of them. Misunderstanding and hasty assumptions seemed to colour their interactions. Even so, Remi was relatively un-bothered. He was subservient and eager to please that was true, but not much of Remi's confidence or personality hung on what others thought of him. Still, it was nice to be liked. "Offerings?" Remi asked with a small smile. He knew nothing of religion given that it did not exist in Northaven, and so far all he'd learned was that most of the gods liked sex apparently. Shrugging his shoulder slightly, the alchemist shook his head no. 'When the gods have appeared to me before they have done so without offerings...and this one did as well. Besides, I would not know what to bring. I suppose I could make something on our way, if you really think it will help?" With a clumsy and boyish smile, Remi turned and lit his lamp. "When we came down here before my magic did not work, nor could I shift, so we will want to see if that is still the case. At one point Sam and I broke through a wall and ended up caved in, but we managed to find out way unharmed through the tunnels." So saying, Remi twitched his lips. "It was relatively uneventful actually." Hopefully it would stay that way. REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?