"I've noticed." When you think you're the only person in a city of mindless husks, it's a little jarring to find things are not as you left them. He'd taken lamps now and then, and occasionally engaged in a bit of breaking and entering - this is not pertinent information. "If you've seen them, I'm happy to take you at your word. At least I'm not cracking!"

When they exit the little hall into the grander room with the staircase, Lemm heads straight for it. There's bound to be more information on the mansion's owner up there, he's sure.

"Ah." He stops where the staircase turns to a balcony, and admires a series of paintings along the walls. Some are of Hallownest in its prime, wide shots of the city in all the fullness of its population; others are simpler portraits of people the Mourner knew. Out here in the hall there is nothing to speak of her lover, but Lemm notably wanders past a few, including a portrait of Dryya, that he has no hope of recognising.