he said "i bet you don't remember me"
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that." Remi replies in an attempt to match the witch's playful tone. "I've recently started making alcohol again...Back when I lived in the woods, infusing them with berries and whatnot was all too easy. But here? I thought maybe I would try something new." So saying he opens his bag, revealing healthy clumps of kelp. In all likelihood, it would be too salty, but so what? "I will probably have to find something to balance it out. Have you got anything sweet in there? I could trade you..." Frowning, Remi peers deeper into his bag. All that is within, other than the kelp, are shiny stones that vaguely look like animals.
"Those are for my son," He explains with a crooked and proud smile, before realizing he hasn't a single thing at all to trade. "Or I could help you? What are you out here searching for?"
"Those are for my son," He explains with a crooked and proud smile, before realizing he hasn't a single thing at all to trade. "Or I could help you? What are you out here searching for?"
THE ALCHEMIST
and i said, "only every other memory".
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.
