Lemm feels like his hands are unsteady. He can't bring himself to put down the Arcane Egg, though; his fingers keep tracking over the details of it, familiarising himself with the thing though he can't translate much without sitting down and really focusing.
The noise shakes him out of his miserable overthinking and Lemm snaps around, half-expecting the huge shadow to be back and ready to give him a good telling-off for being so nosy. Instead it's... paper. Writing. He draws halfway closer and peers at it anxiously.
"...You..."
He's a quick reader. He looks up from the paper at the one who wrote it and shakes his head in disbelief. There is a moment where he looks like he might actually laugh, his expression stuck between shock and some complicated form of amusement.
"You secretive - urgh." He puts a hand to his forehead, trying to steady his last remaining nerve, and sets down the Arcane Egg on the counter before he gets giddy enough to drop it. "I didn't expect words from you after all this time! And you'd reveal this now?Pah! You really do get your kicks from shocking me!"
Lemm is speaking a little too fast. It's either excitement or anxiety. Hard to differentiate, currently.
"Fine! Yes. Fine. I'll take your name first, then. That's where we should start, isn't it? And then I'd like to know what in the name of reliquary pursuits is going on with... Ah. Actually."
Lemm waves away his other questions and, suddenly, remembers himself. His tone turns a little less frantic, and a little more serious.
"Actually I want to know this first. See I'd not be surprised or offended to hear I've made deals with bugs who wished I'd drop dead. But I suspect it'd be quite trivial for you to make it happen, so before we do any more business, I'd like to know my chances." What a way to put it.
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Date: 2022-11-11 04:55 pm (UTC)The noise shakes him out of his miserable overthinking and Lemm snaps around, half-expecting the huge shadow to be back and ready to give him a good telling-off for being so nosy. Instead it's... paper. Writing. He draws halfway closer and peers at it anxiously.
"...You..."
He's a quick reader. He looks up from the paper at the one who wrote it and shakes his head in disbelief. There is a moment where he looks like he might actually laugh, his expression stuck between shock and some complicated form of amusement.
"You secretive - urgh." He puts a hand to his forehead, trying to steady his last remaining nerve, and sets down the Arcane Egg on the counter before he gets giddy enough to drop it. "I didn't expect words from you after all this time! And you'd reveal this now? Pah! You really do get your kicks from shocking me!"
Lemm is speaking a little too fast. It's either excitement or anxiety. Hard to differentiate, currently.
"Fine! Yes. Fine. I'll take your name first, then. That's where we should start, isn't it? And then I'd like to know what in the name of reliquary pursuits is going on with... Ah. Actually."
Lemm waves away his other questions and, suddenly, remembers himself. His tone turns a little less frantic, and a little more serious.
"Actually I want to know this first. See I'd not be surprised or offended to hear I've made deals with bugs who wished I'd drop dead. But I suspect it'd be quite trivial for you to make it happen, so before we do any more business, I'd like to know my chances." What a way to put it.