Lemm instinctively searches the edges of the room, encouraged by the Knight seemingly approving of this course of action. When he finds nothing, he turns to tracking what little of the pipes he can see; maybe if he can figure out where they lead... No, they go straight into the floor, that's not helpful.

He raps one with a fist, and isn't sure if he hears a faint creak. All things considered it doesn't matter if a few plants die off in an abode no one uses, but it looks like both he and his travel companion would prefer if they lasted a bit longer.

"What've you found, little guide? Anything at all, or do we resort to your specialty?"