Lemm is listening for them. And he trusts at least that they wouldn't be approaching at that pace if they didn't consider the situation solved. They're the warrior (and Shade Lord), after all.
So he uncurls a little by the time they're in front of him, though he's still sitting up against the marker, and though his guard is still all the way up he's surprisingly steady-looking. As the Knight looks him over they'll find themselves similarly scrutinised right back.
"There're few who would tackle that. I saw it clip you..."
His eyes come to settle on the magnifier. Lemm tentatively offers out his arm first, Greenhorn presumably still attached, to emphasise that there may be a problem here. His other hand plucks the magnifier from theirs, and he dips his horns in a gesture at the little shadow. What does he do. Is this normal. Are they okay.
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So he uncurls a little by the time they're in front of him, though he's still sitting up against the marker, and though his guard is still all the way up he's surprisingly steady-looking. As the Knight looks him over they'll find themselves similarly scrutinised right back.
"There're few who would tackle that. I saw it clip you..."
His eyes come to settle on the magnifier. Lemm tentatively offers out his arm first, Greenhorn presumably still attached, to emphasise that there may be a problem here. His other hand plucks the magnifier from theirs, and he dips his horns in a gesture at the little shadow. What does he do. Is this normal. Are they okay.
He looks shaken - but not panicked.