The Knight mulls this over before finally shaking their head.
They consider leaving it at that. But this is...something they should elaborate on. They take until they're at the start of the mine to articulate what they want to say.
I can't lock everything up. The residents of Dirtmouth who would wander have done so enough. I rescued several and I do not think they'll do so again. Except Zote, maybe. As much as they dislike him, they'd rather he not die, but they realize his absurd wandering isn't something even the Lord of Shades could stop. If I locked all I could, those who still live down here would be trapped and need to take more dangerous routes. If left open alone, the Stagways would still lead to many dangers.
I have no illusions I can keep anyone from doing what they wish if they truly want to try.
They hand over the paper and turn away, to stare though the mouth of the tunnel. Even Lemm, if he truly desired it. They're choosing to trust he won't.
They're admittedly tempted. But they're doing something now for another. If they somehow found her now, what could they do? Drag her to Dirtmouth and leave Lemm to hover, or try to get back through the Stagways he dislikes?
They bow acknowledgement to his words, deeper than a nod, but make no move to take a detour.
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They consider leaving it at that. But this is...something they should elaborate on. They take until they're at the start of the mine to articulate what they want to say.
I can't lock everything up. The residents of Dirtmouth who would wander have done so enough. I rescued several and I do not think they'll do so again. Except Zote, maybe. As much as they dislike him, they'd rather he not die, but they realize his absurd wandering isn't something even the Lord of Shades could stop. If I locked all I could, those who still live down here would be trapped and need to take more dangerous routes. If left open alone, the Stagways would still lead to many dangers.
I have no illusions I can keep anyone from doing what they wish if they truly want to try.
They hand over the paper and turn away, to stare though the mouth of the tunnel. Even Lemm, if he truly desired it. They're choosing to trust he won't.
Meanwhile, Myla isn't here. They've checked. They've checked...many times.
They're admittedly tempted. But they're doing something now for another. If they somehow found her now, what could they do? Drag her to Dirtmouth and leave Lemm to hover, or try to get back through the Stagways he dislikes?
They bow acknowledgement to his words, deeper than a nod, but make no move to take a detour.