"Do you know what crowning is?" Remi asks, his voice thickly accented and his tone entirely rhetorical as he scans the treetops. "It's what you see up there, how many of the leaves don't actually touch. You should be able to see a line of sunlight around the foliage of each tree, but.." Trailing off and looking at the places where the leaves have become to overlap, Remi just shakes his head. "It's unhealthy for the Woods as a whole, but it also would make it easier for an ascended to walk in here." Gesturing around where there are thick puddles of shadow, he looks expectantly towards Arsen.
"So I'd like us to do a little pruning if you're up for it." So saying Remi reaches down and pulls out a machete that he holds toward the harpy. "I wasn't sure how sharp your talons were. But it's up to you."
"So I'd like us to do a little pruning if you're up for it." So saying Remi reaches down and pulls out a machete that he holds toward the harpy. "I wasn't sure how sharp your talons were. But it's up to you."
Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights
Through the reds of my traffic lights
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.
