#remira

“So uhh hi there. I wanted to say that it was fun to smash for you - smash trees for you – splinter, break, wallop. Yeah. AHEM! That’s a nice catch by the way! I know a place on the Keys that makes some great tilapia skewers if you’re looking to get those cooked. Or if you’re looking to catch some more there’s some choice spots I know of with cod and groupers. If not then uhhhh forget what I said!

Soooooo if you’re still interested in watching things explode, there are some matches going on and I’ll be in one soonish. Not that you have to watch just uh putting that out there.”

Remira: Ah, the fighting foulblood. Glad to know one of you has a spine. Sylas: ogle the gash in her flesh. Narrator: *you lose yourself in the scab's weeping sea. It is no masterwork, but it provides a base bliss to gaze upon.* Remira: Like the sight of blood, do you? Thought you'd've had your fill at the gate. Might be more blood spilled yet, if Zevlor starts in on the lectures again. Sylas: He let you in, didn't he? It could have been worse. Remira: Oh, very gracious of you.

Never had this conversation before either because she usually dies at the gate!