The Knight nods in agreement. Fantastic idea. They'll steal some journals from the Soul Sanctum, the correct amount of dignity.

Their arm flops when they try to write this lovely idea out, just drawing a line to scratch all the way off the paper onto the counter. No, they're done. That's just fine. The quill goes onto the counter too.

After a few moments, they reach over--a little gingerly--to pat the middle of Lemm's more prominent horn.