I will refrain & be the song [SEASONAL EVENT]

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Sam's smile seemed to transform his entire face into something all together captivating and handsome, and it was met with an immediate smile in return from the alchemist. But then again Remi was often found with a smile on his face and so his was perhaps not as remarkable as Sam's in that regard. The brushing off of his question went silently acknowledged. If the bookmaker did not want to elaborate, far be it for Remi to press. Besides, given how everything had happened, Remi thought he could probably fill in the details about what had made the man feel awkward. Remi's hands were strong and well-calloused from all of his time spent writing and tinkering, though whether Sam would be able to feel that or not he couldn't say. Still, the handshake made him chuckle as well and relax slightly, feeling as though the ice was suitably broken now. "A fitting last name then." Remi winked coyly hearing that Sam liked to write down stories. "Mmmhmm." Remi said with a gentle bobbing of his head. "Though...In Northaven I was originally conscripted as a weapons-maker—" This he said with a bit of an unhappy frown, "—but alchemy has always been at the heart of what I do. I grew up the son of a traveling merchant, which is why I suppose I sound the way I do. He was ...ahh, not a good man. The things he sold were of little value or were disguised to be something else. And so I found myself learning how to make things from a young age to try and compensate for his bad business practices." Remi shrugged as if this story was nothing, his words without judgement or malice. Yes his father had been terrible, but Remi was not the sort of hold a grudge no matter how deserving. "What about you? Always a writer of stories?"