Why is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?

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"I do not know much of crystal to be honest." Remi admitted, rolling a hand as if that action would be enough to hearken back to his past. As a commoner such fine things were more than beyond him. Perhaps it would possess some quality that would make it a good candidate for this sort of thing? "Do you have any that I might experiment with? Or, know where I might find some?"

With a boyish and affable grin at the mention of Jigano's test subjects, Remi nodded. "Best case, success! Worst case, a feast."

For a moment Remi looked slightly confused, the name Rory inciting memories that immediately clashed with the rather darkened conversation they'd found themselves within. But then slowly the hospital room prodded his thoughts, and Remi nodded with a latent comprehension. "Ah, no it was not. I heard about it second hand, actually. Edrei told Vai, and Vai mentioned it to me."