REMI
Well Garth sounds like a complete tit, Remi might have said were he talking to Ronin and not his teenage son. Instead, the alchemist just huffs disapprovingly. "A very basic one." He agrees of the name choice, thinking it was the equivalent of a dried baggy of herbs when compared to the fresh shooting that was Mateo.
"I think I heard that once." Remi says with a nod. Though with all the fighting the greenhouse might be gone, he really has no idea. "Maybe a house plant then. Especially since Ever does not seem to get out much." Said with a slight wrinkle of his nose, Remi places his axe—and Mateo's—back into his bag before heaving the boulder of silver onto his shoulder as if were nothing more than a pillow. "Well then let us get this home and you can find out what sorts of things they grow first hand."
"I think I heard that once." Remi says with a nod. Though with all the fighting the greenhouse might be gone, he really has no idea. "Maybe a house plant then. Especially since Ever does not seem to get out much." Said with a slight wrinkle of his nose, Remi places his axe—and Mateo's—back into his bag before heaving the boulder of silver onto his shoulder as if were nothing more than a pillow. "Well then let us get this home and you can find out what sorts of things they grow first hand."
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.
