(Greenhorn is very disappointed. If the Knight isn't allowed, there's no way...)

They are also realizing this, pausing to stare somewhere at the middle point between Lemm's face and the paper on the counter. The frantic sloshing of thought feels audible.

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Yes. We'll figure it out. Being a little late or early shouldn't matter. They'll just...go there. Make their way quite slowly. See if they missed any journals on the way.