As much as he'll crank up the stoicism when he's out - he can traverse an old ruin, thank you very much - it is a welcome comfort to return to his shop. No matter how gracefully age comes to him, it comes - and hiding out indoors for the worst of the Infection's rise didn't exactly keep him in the practice of travel, either.
Lemm dumps his bag by the door, locks it behind him, runs the usual checks like clockwork even though he knows there's nothing left in the City to surprise him, and trudges straight into the back room.
He rests a while. This turns out to be a bit of a mistake. By the time he's dozed a bit and made it through a particularly descriptive journal recounting a tourist's descent through the Pilgrim's Way, his legs have decided to start aching and he notices his hands roughened by rope. Someday he may have to confront the idea of getting too old for all of that.
Not yet, though. A few stretches take care of the worst, and the dip in the Hot Spring probably did the hard work. He returns to the shop to assess other damages.
The lens is taken from the bag, and other, more delicate tools are fetched from drawers. The glass is yet intact, but the dent has jammed the focus. A little careful prying, he's good at this, he's gotten through to Arcane Eggs before without the Knight's help -
A hairline crack appears in the glass and Lemm gloomily drops the tools, not quite incensed enough to fling them across the room.
Lemm spends some more time out of his shop, stiffly hunting through the long-abandoned offices of account-keepers and writers, and anywhere else that might turn up something useful through all the damp papers and stuck drawers. After a frustratingly less-than-fruitful search he returns with a clerk's magnifying glass. It does very little to pick out the finer details of the Arcane Egg, as he knew it would; so he'll just keep using the broken lens. He can work around the crack, and the focus surely won't matter so much...
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Lemm dumps his bag by the door, locks it behind him, runs the usual checks like clockwork even though he knows there's nothing left in the City to surprise him, and trudges straight into the back room.
He rests a while. This turns out to be a bit of a mistake. By the time he's dozed a bit and made it through a particularly descriptive journal recounting a tourist's descent through the Pilgrim's Way, his legs have decided to start aching and he notices his hands roughened by rope. Someday he may have to confront the idea of getting too old for all of that.
Not yet, though. A few stretches take care of the worst, and the dip in the Hot Spring probably did the hard work. He returns to the shop to assess other damages.
The lens is taken from the bag, and other, more delicate tools are fetched from drawers. The glass is yet intact, but the dent has jammed the focus. A little careful prying, he's good at this, he's gotten through to Arcane Eggs before without the Knight's help -
A hairline crack appears in the glass and Lemm gloomily drops the tools, not quite incensed enough to fling them across the room.
Lemm spends some more time out of his shop, stiffly hunting through the long-abandoned offices of account-keepers and writers, and anywhere else that might turn up something useful through all the damp papers and stuck drawers. After a frustratingly less-than-fruitful search he returns with a clerk's magnifying glass. It does very little to pick out the finer details of the Arcane Egg, as he knew it would; so he'll just keep using the broken lens. He can work around the crack, and the focus surely won't matter so much...