He watches the knight like a hawk, his quill poised over the paper like he's forgotten he's holding it.
He's had his theories, of course, but considering the material and the craftsmanship - well, that's his problem, he's too well-versed in the details by now and he knows things about these artifacts that probably didn't matter to their owners one jot, things that warp his understanding post-Hallownest.
Lemm realises this now, as the answer comes simply and without err. He doesn't reply at first, just pushes his chair back and stands up to go and investigate the shelf more closely. A hand runs through his beard.
"Well, of course. S'only right, now that I'm thinking about it. ...I'd have got it eventually."
Possibly not true, but who can say? He turns to look over his shoulder at the Hollow Knight and looks like he's considering something.
"I don't normally encourage this," he says, "but you couldn't sort those by rank or achievement, could you? I'd like to see how much you know, if you really are who you say you are." He holds up his hand very quickly to signal to wait, and the quill drips a single spat of ink that he doesn't notice because he is intently focused on Hollow. "With clean hands," he adds, and then, "-hand." Lemm takes a square of cloth from a drawer that might normally be reserved for cleaning lenses and sets it on the corner of the table, then sits back down and watches expectantly.
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Date: 2020-08-26 08:51 am (UTC)He's had his theories, of course, but considering the material and the craftsmanship - well, that's his problem, he's too well-versed in the details by now and he knows things about these artifacts that probably didn't matter to their owners one jot, things that warp his understanding post-Hallownest.
Lemm realises this now, as the answer comes simply and without err. He doesn't reply at first, just pushes his chair back and stands up to go and investigate the shelf more closely. A hand runs through his beard.
"Well, of course. S'only right, now that I'm thinking about it. ...I'd have got it eventually."
Possibly not true, but who can say? He turns to look over his shoulder at the Hollow Knight and looks like he's considering something.
"I don't normally encourage this," he says, "but you couldn't sort those by rank or achievement, could you? I'd like to see how much you know, if you really are who you say you are." He holds up his hand very quickly to signal to wait, and the quill drips a single spat of ink that he doesn't notice because he is intently focused on Hollow. "With clean hands," he adds, and then, "-hand." Lemm takes a square of cloth from a drawer that might normally be reserved for cleaning lenses and sets it on the corner of the table, then sits back down and watches expectantly.