Lemm narrows his eyes suspiciously, and it's not because he's suspicious, it's because that expression tends to wring the truth out of someone regardless. Nothing personal. He's not good with people, but he's got a shopkeeper's bluff detection. Lemm nods slowly and studies the eulogy more carefully.

...This is worth little, academically speaking. It's the context that would make this valuable, and as far as he knows this is just someone whose name he's never heard, someone non-famous, unimportant. It's no one.

Lemm keeps his eyes fixed on the grave marker as he thinks about why on earth the Hollow Knight might have picked this up. His thumbs smooth over the writing, brushing some grit from the stonework, and he frowns.

"One thousand, two..." He puts the thing down, rapping the stone loudly against the table, and folds his hands on top of it, fidgeting. Lemm runs a hand through his beard and scratches. "...The rest is one thousand one hundred geo. I ca- won't buy someone's gravestone. It should stay where it was put."