Lemm studies the writing, his expression blank as ever.
"...I see," he says. He is still staring at the paper, at the word significant in particular. His hand shifts slightly where it's resting on his bag like he's going to do something with it, then settles. Tucking away the things they leave on his counter is a different thing than taking their words right out of their grip.
"I can weather a Stag ride or two, then, if it..."
He trails off, thinks a bit longer. Then he bows his head, a little stiff, but just like the nod they exchanged in the shop.
And he stoops to put his hand on the edge and drops to the next platform. He'll be using the lift ropes to help his way down to the bottom.
The going is much slower than the Knight is used to, but Lemm's clearly done this sort of thing before. He is careful, mechanical, and makes it easy on himself. He will not be reading anything on the way down, though, which is so incredibly convenient.
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"...I see," he says. He is still staring at the paper, at the word significant in particular. His hand shifts slightly where it's resting on his bag like he's going to do something with it, then settles. Tucking away the things they leave on his counter is a different thing than taking their words right out of their grip.
"I can weather a Stag ride or two, then, if it..."
He trails off, thinks a bit longer. Then he bows his head, a little stiff, but just like the nod they exchanged in the shop.
And he stoops to put his hand on the edge and drops to the next platform. He'll be using the lift ropes to help his way down to the bottom.
The going is much slower than the Knight is used to, but Lemm's clearly done this sort of thing before. He is careful, mechanical, and makes it easy on himself. He will not be reading anything on the way down, though, which is so incredibly convenient.