Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150326001100/@comment-29458028-20150327074304

Remy stood on a small bluff overlooking the headquarters of the silver hand. He had no intention of joining them, he just looked down at the people that entered and exited, watching their movements.

Remy sometimes did the same for the companions. Just looked, not moving, not seeming to take action. It was as if he was watching, waiting.

Remy was casually wiping blood off his greatsword, even though the weapon was as clean as it should be. His other sword never needed cleaning even though it took many more lives. In fact, why he kept his greatsword was never known, except he did use it against supernatural foes.