you trace my lines, stirring my soul
"That sounds..." Remi imagines the heat and pain it would take to burn someone's fingerprints into wood and winces. "...very Safrin." He says quickly, not wanting to dwell on the subject. "I doubt Maeve needs any warnings about the repercussions of even an accidental discharge." Remi adds. Would that stop him from saying as much the next time he saw her? Unlikely.
Considering this question rather thoughtfully, Remi runs his tongue over his teeth again and again as he thinks. "Well..what if it was someone like Frey who had it built." He suggests. Sunjata had just been in Torchline, after all. "If you knock it down, perhaps the Eirachi will punish you for it by making Stormbreak eternally cold. Or worse, eternally hot." Built for neither climate, Remi thought the cold might be more bearable than sweltering heat with no water nearby to cool things off.
"Why does Maeve need your help anyway? She has her bow now and a dozen other things besides."
Considering this question rather thoughtfully, Remi runs his tongue over his teeth again and again as he thinks. "Well..what if it was someone like Frey who had it built." He suggests. Sunjata had just been in Torchline, after all. "If you knock it down, perhaps the Eirachi will punish you for it by making Stormbreak eternally cold. Or worse, eternally hot." Built for neither climate, Remi thought the cold might be more bearable than sweltering heat with no water nearby to cool things off.
"Why does Maeve need your help anyway? She has her bow now and a dozen other things besides."
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
