into the wild again

remi “If that is true, then I suppose that means 100% of these adventures have gone well so far.  That is reassuring.” With a whiskered grin, Remi patted (quite condescendingly) a small paw into Ronin’s hair. “That is more than anyone else has.” He said in a fairly low tone, thinking to how Sam, Isla, Devrum and Phoebe had all reacted to him. Perhaps you were right to treat incredibly wounded patients with kid-gloves and Ronin was the mad man here. But no one had ever stopped to ask Remi what he wanted, and right now, riding Ronin about like the magnificent ronypony he was, was precisely what he wanted. Remi held on while Ronin collected the sample, shrugging his dark shoulders. “Listen to you, sounding like quests given out by gods are just a regular occurrence. Although I will say, I have always just been given things by the gods, never asked to go collect ash. So perhaps you are not quite as favoured as you think.” Remi chattered with a wicked grin, knowing that his likely-cursed mask hardly counted at all.