Lemm is getting familiar with Void, or at least with their way of expressing it, every time he's witness. The coil around his leg is strange and unsensory. Lemm's foot lifts in mild shock, like anyone who steps on something unexpected.

With the Knight's pat of reassurance his uncertainty loosens and he lets his foot lower gently back onto the floor. Lemm holds the light up and strays. Convinced, he lets himself slip into the mindset of his work.

He takes measurements of sorts. First is a pace from one side to the other, an estimation of the size of the room, useless by itself, but then it goes on. There are scratches on the floor, Nail bites, skirmish-worn, marked by the same light-rust, that Lemm compares to what he knows. The chains are clean but for a final break; there was no physical sawing or elongated struggle. They jingle very softly under his examination like wind chimes. The loop of metal that still holds a pauldron to the chain is examined at thoughtful length.

Lemm steps back. He thinks. And he stills, finished, staring up at the chains like they both stared at the open doorway just prior.