Lemm dangles from the last platform in the column, one hand on the metal edge, and lets himself slide down the rest of the metal rope and lets go, dropping neatly to the bottom. He ruffles his beard back into place, and turns, and there are two of them.

Ah.

It is telling that all of the shakiness, the unsettled gut churning that was happening before is immediately grabbed and stepped on.

"You," he addresses them.

Lemm leans his head slightly to look just over Greenhorn's shoulder, to the Knight. They look surprised. Lemm is not sure what to do with that. He tilts back into place and regards the shade with an even stare.

He straightens his bag and quietly rests his hand over the side to make sure the flap is in no danger of opening. There's a lumafly bulb in there.

"Shared the nickname, did you? You must have."