They're right about everything, and that's why Lemm doesn't have a good response. Right from the start, no one stumbles over that many relics unless they're looking for them, so he had some idea! Since then he's been shown time after time how deep their curiosity runs, and every example has his approval. It's just that when it's directed so sharply at him Lemm is left deeply, deeply uncomfortable - but it can be uncomfortable and a good thing. He just doesn't have the words to explain it.
"That we are." He can concede that point. "A lot of it's been up to you, though, and that's not a word of a lie."
It's somewhere close to gratitude. Pity he didn't include anything to say so.
Lemm is glad to move on. "I'll have to take you at your word that pestering him about a Great Knight's less than pestering him about a Nail. And don't you go calling Relic Seeking a 'gentler art'! History's got blades sometimes."
He has to be mistaken, or else they are. Lemm reads that second-to-last sentence again. No, he read it right. He sits there in silence for a second, squinting down at it. It staunchly refuses to make any more sense to him.
Another one? Or - no, he's not going to entertain that thought, it wouldn't do him any favours.
"...What's he like?" He resignedly taps Nailsmith. Might as well prepare to add another person to the growing list. At least the Knight can warn him what to expect.
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Date: 2022-12-04 11:24 am (UTC)"That we are." He can concede that point. "A lot of it's been up to you, though, and that's not a word of a lie."
It's somewhere close to gratitude. Pity he didn't include anything to say so.
Lemm is glad to move on. "I'll have to take you at your word that pestering him about a Great Knight's less than pestering him about a Nail. And don't you go calling Relic Seeking a 'gentler art'! History's got blades sometimes."
He has to be mistaken, or else they are. Lemm reads that second-to-last sentence again. No, he read it right. He sits there in silence for a second, squinting down at it. It staunchly refuses to make any more sense to him.
Another one? Or - no, he's not going to entertain that thought, it wouldn't do him any favours.
"...What's he like?" He resignedly taps Nailsmith. Might as well prepare to add another person to the growing list. At least the Knight can warn him what to expect.