So. He has confirmed that the big one, the one he knew first, is still alive and apparently doing fine. The spillage in the stagways and storerooms was just normal and natural. Alright.
Lemm waits desperately as the wanderer stares at him. Dismiss him, let him go home. Please. He's not suited to this environment, he needs to be alone and forget he ever interacted. Let him go.
The little shade gets his attention, and he starts like he's awakened from a daze.
"...City Storerooms, Stag Station," he reads plainly, looking up but aware the Knight is watching him and hating every second of it. "Stags were a primary mode of transport. Fast legs," he's being watched by someone he isn't directly talking to and he hates that, "and they apparently took well to the routine of carrying bugs about. I'll be going," he declares suddenly, and turns.
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Lemm waits desperately as the wanderer stares at him. Dismiss him, let him go home. Please. He's not suited to this environment, he needs to be alone and forget he ever interacted. Let him go.
The little shade gets his attention, and he starts like he's awakened from a daze.
"...City Storerooms, Stag Station," he reads plainly, looking up but aware the Knight is watching him and hating every second of it. "Stags were a primary mode of transport. Fast legs," he's being watched by someone he isn't directly talking to and he hates that, "and they apparently took well to the routine of carrying bugs about. I'll be going," he declares suddenly, and turns.